Corvus Raaf
Adieu...

Corvus wandered down to the library. She’d spent more time studying in her office of late and missed this place. She used to be here for hours on end. She even had her own table. Strictly speaking it wasn’t her table – it was just the one that she used and regular attendees knew she sat at. And they reminded any newcomers of the fact.
It wasn’t a special desk, it afforded no particular view. But it was closest to the records on the period of history that was closest to her heart – from the Army of the Light up until Order 66.
So she was shocked to find someone sitting. In the library. In her seat. At her table. But she got over herself very, very quickly. She recognised the Padawan immediately. [member="Saruh"]. Bowing politely, she couldn’t help but see that the young Jedi was poring over schematics – and it looked like it was for a lightsaber design.
Aware they’d never spoken, Corvus smiled and introduced herself. “Master Raaf. Corvus to you. I see you’re looking at designing a new saber. Mine’s quite functional really. Traditional. But it serves me well. What do you have in mind?”
Corvus was also aware that Saruh didn’t currently have a Master assigned to her and wondered how she was getting along – but one question at a time was probably enough.