Salina Aviner
Seeing is believing, but one must see first.
The small shuttle had brought Salina Aviner to Dathomir, the place where her friend and teacher, a member of this sect of force and magic users, had come from. The moment the ship dropped her off it left, scarred of the rumors and uneasy vibe the place had given. Salina was nervous, yes, but at the same time confident that the vouch for her friend would keep her alive. There was also a chance she would meet her here, unless she'd be taken in battle or something of the like. In any case she used her amphistaff, Xira, for a walking stick as she progressed into the misty jungle, waiting to be approached by the Witches.
(OOC: If anyone wants to be the same Witch who taught her that's fine, otherwise I can make one up and she could be dead or whatever.)
(OOC: If anyone wants to be the same Witch who taught her that's fine, otherwise I can make one up and she could be dead or whatever.)