Feather in His Cap
Oni didn't usually pay much attention to the people he attended classes with regularly. Every now and then, he'd chat with an acquaintance, but his studies generally took priority, as there was still much for him to adjust to in the future. This was a different situation. In a class, he noticed a reclusive girl with black hair in the back of the room. He thought nothing of it, but began seeing the girl around more and more. Strangely enough, he felt that something was off about her, but what he could not say. Before long, he began to hear more about the girl from other students. Thelma Goth was her name, and she was very isolationist, spending the majority of her days hidden away in her room. The running rumor was that she was hiding away to practice something specific: Witchcraft. She seemed to check all the boxes, from weird vibes to pale skin. And what was she doing in her room all the time? At least, that's the way it had been explained to Oni. The Pantoran found in odd, given that there were former Nightsister coven who had found there way to the order. Perhaps she was a different kind of witch? There seemed to only be one way to proceed; Verification.
The swordsman began to study, but not on the future this time. Oni attempted to gather as much information on witchcraft as he could, looking for any parallels he could make when he inevitably went to confront the girl. There were certainly a lot of strange ways provided to combat them... Strings of pebbles, fire, religious symbolism? That wouldn't do. He didn't want to kill anyone. He just wanted to find out if the rumors were true. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to draw from on the latter either. The signs of identification seemed arbitrary, from green magic, to bizarre tongues, to the capability of lying... one even suggested comparing the suspected witches weight to an aquatic bird. It was all, unfortunately, swimming in superstition. Such a thing didn't seem very reliable. He would just need to engage in conversation with her, but how would he do such a thing if she was so reclusive?
As Oni sat in one of the many public spaces, a Jedi Knight got his attention.
"Padawan," she began, "Can you do something for me?"
"Of course," Oni replied with a bow.
"A package got delivered to me that I didn't order," the knight explained. "It's intended for one of your classmates, Thelma Goth. I don't have time to take it there. I'm expected to be on a shuttle to Balmorra in five."
"I'll take care of it," he assured.
Oni took the package and set off. As fate would have it, he wouldn't need an excuse. Oni read the label on the package. It seemed to be sewing supplies. Perhaps she made clothes? Or maybe it was intended for a strange ritual of some kind. It was hard to tell where reality ended and fiction began. Now he could finally see where the line truly was. He knocked at the door of his fellow padawan, patiently waiting for her to respond.
He was, non-lethally of course, hunting himself a witch.
