A deal had been struck, however strange, in whatever way it'd come to be. Magic and blood were the ink for this contract. Knowledge was the game, as it so often was in Nakoa's work. The whole thing was dangerous for the Wrean in particular. Arla hadn't seemed pleased by it all, but also seemed concerned which was somehow worse. As frustrating as the situation was, however, Nakoa had gone right to work.
And decided to double down on not bending personal policy in the future.
With the new copies of literature, the Wrean Shaman was able to find what they were looking for- or more specifically, what Tempest was looking for. He'd been good at finding things the more he knew about them. A nondescript freighter had landed on a far-away world covered in snow, ice, and blue-black trees sprinkled with frosty glitter. The landing area had been secured by droids, although by all appearances the world likely hadn't been inhabited for millennia. Precautions.
Nakoa was well-covered though lightly layered, unbothered by the freezing cold up here in the mountains. Wary of Tempest's arrival and the potential for strangeness in this place they waited, they... well, they waited, and thought ahead to the future.
@Altaris