Endless research was Nakoa's specialty by this point. Not that they minded whatsoever, they loved it truth be told. It was just principle, in this case. This one had taken an inordinate amount of time to figure out, but in the end, they usually found what they were looking for.
And so they waited now near entrance to some long-forgotten valley on some long-forgotten world. Or, well, 'forgotten' in the historical. Removed was more accurate. It was the sort of place that was best left forgotten as far as most in-the-know would be concerned. Irirangi was familiar with the feelings. It'd never stopped him before.
They awaited their charge beneath the shade of coniferous trees well-lit by a midday sun. Birds sang, and critters wandered. It seemed idyllic on the surface.
The Wrean leaned against a makeshift bit of wooden fencing several droids had erected. Rather than a barrier, it was a marker of the border. To what, specifically, would be explained upon the other's arrival. Nakoa didn't mind the wait. Gave them plenty of time to burn through a cigar's worth of thinking.