Gaimon-Mallaire University
Chandrilla, 144 ABY
Midday
For a man who'd never stepped into the halls of academia, Laeonas Tannaras appeared, surprisingly enough, in place on the campus. He gave off vibes of a young, learned man, with a creative flare on his side. He wasn't wearing a heavy amount of makeup; only some tanned lipstick and light mascara. But he wore those emerald earrings of his, and an outfit that was far more casual than usual. A flowing black cardigan, flashy yoga pants, and simple looking sneakers didn't leave him at all suspicious looking.
He just hoped nobody would bother speaking to him... or that there were enough Brentaali students from the slums on campus for him to not stand out of place. He had a sneaking suspicion that he was the only one who fit that bill. Nobody felt the need to ask any questions of him though. As he'd walk across campus, he'd simply flash a few smiles, wave once or twice, or wink back at the few who whistled when they got a view of his backside and found themselves impressed. Nobody even questioned the bun he'd gone back to wearing, despite how out of fashion it was in this part of the core.
If he'd followed the signage correctly, he was headed towards the school of Academic Sciences. It covered a fairly broad range of topics, most of which he didn't understand even the names of. There were a few that he could recognize however, and one piqued his interest; archaeology. His encounter with the Jedi on Nal Hutta years before had left him curious about artifacts related to the force. That a non-living object could be linked to the force was odd in his mind. He couldn't help but wonder about the possibilities related to such objects; what they could do, how he could benefit... or profit.
...the only problem was that he hadn't got even the slightest idea of where to find such artifacts, or even how he'd find them. The Jedi had managed to track down a barely sensitive talisman to an abandoned warehouse on Nal Hutta. He didn't even know what worlds could even possess such artifacts, let alone track them. It was an impossibility on his own, which was why he was here... heading to the library directly attached to the building.