Palesia, Lannik
Tahiri was sitting at the rickety table, hoping the equally rickety table did not give way under her as she waited for her Knight companion. Alright, not companion, supervisor. After the stunt she had pulled on Denon there had been some concerns about sending her out on her own, and she was for all intents and purposes on probation. Regardless, she sipped on the caff as she observed the crowded town square.
There were reports of a Lannik princeling, one who should have been sent to the Jedi for training, having gone off his rocker, bought an old lightsaber from somewhere, and running around calling himself a Jedi. Only he wasn't a Jedi, and whatever had messed with him had messed with him real bad, and people had gotten hurt. It was only when someone had almost died that the royal family had secretly contacted the Jedi and asked for their help. Lannik had been hit harder than most by the AMS virus, and it was only recently that the planet had claimed to have successfully eradicated the virus. So a big scandal was not something they wanted to deal with. They had asked the Jedi for discretion, and Tahiri had been given explicit orders to keep that request in mind and do anything on her own.
So she waited, lightsaber hidden within out of sight, but not visibly unarmed. A simple collapsible-vibroblade was clipped to her utility belt, and a stun blaster holstered at her side. More than enough to keep any would be trouble at bay. Taking another sip of the caff, she let idle thoughts wander through her brain, fighting the urge to get up and start exploring the bazaar set up in the town square.