Zon Kaarvan exits the Jedi shuttle, wearing his regular Jedi Robes with his family’s crest, an animal skull with two horns coming together but not quite touching, on his shoulder. He spent a good year on his home planet of Dorin, meditating there as he gathered himself and trained in hand-to-hand combat. He has his double-sided training saber on his back, a black belt with four pouches on it. He spots his master, Entum Tris, standing not too far away from the shuttle with his arms crossed over his chest. One of his tendrils are missing due to an explosion he was caught in during the Serien War.
Entum walks up to his apprentice, smiling at him. “Von, it’s a pleasure to see you made it back safely. How was your time on your Dorin?”
Von nods his head appreciatively. “It was an insightful experience, master. I understand more why you spend so much time in the garden, but now I have a little more understanding of where