Lady of Juniper
There weren't too many landmarks Jairdain hadn't visited on Kashyyyk, however "the mountain" was one of them. Having heard more than a few tales about its owner and what had transpired there, she decided to visit. So she found herself approaching and not feeling anything foreboding about it. She walked openly and did not try to hide her presence or anything. Nothing wrong with a Jedi Master paying a visit to a location new to her on Kashyyyk.
Hopefully, the owner was just as open to being visited by somebody that was pretty much a total stranger. The two of them had never met but that didn't mean he hadn't heard of her. Jairdain was a rather well-known figure and a Master of the Order. Even though she was no warrior.
Something that might be noticed about the Master, she did not dress like a typical Jedi in robes. Instead, she wore what was comfortable. Specifically tailored to fit the woman and of fine quality. The only thing that indicated she was a Force user was the lightsaber clipped to her belt. A simple and well-worn device that was silver. Other than that, a person really wouldn't be able to tell.
Walking up the winding path that lead to the doors, she stopped when she reached them. Lifting a fist to knock, when it connected with the door, it sounded hollow. Waiting for a moment or two for them to open, she knocked again. Taking a step back, all she needed was a bit of patience. That was not an issue for the diplomat and so she waited.
Sergeant Omen
Hopefully, the owner was just as open to being visited by somebody that was pretty much a total stranger. The two of them had never met but that didn't mean he hadn't heard of her. Jairdain was a rather well-known figure and a Master of the Order. Even though she was no warrior.
Something that might be noticed about the Master, she did not dress like a typical Jedi in robes. Instead, she wore what was comfortable. Specifically tailored to fit the woman and of fine quality. The only thing that indicated she was a Force user was the lightsaber clipped to her belt. A simple and well-worn device that was silver. Other than that, a person really wouldn't be able to tell.
Walking up the winding path that lead to the doors, she stopped when she reached them. Lifting a fist to knock, when it connected with the door, it sounded hollow. Waiting for a moment or two for them to open, she knocked again. Taking a step back, all she needed was a bit of patience. That was not an issue for the diplomat and so she waited.
