Renfry's travels throughout the galaxy were primarily centered around finding other sects that followed the Shadow. She knew the galaxy was all connected, and though Dathomir may have been at the center of the magical energy that flowed through the galaxy, there was a great deal of other teachings out there.
Her travels had taken her to Felucia, a world that wasn't entirely unlike Dathomir. It pulsed with the Force and the jungle bound locals were acute sensitive to it. She had not traveled to the small, organized villages, but to the jungles. The Felucians native to the jungles were typically hostile to outsiders, but Renfry had won them over in short order owed to their semi-similar cultures.
They had fed her, housed her, and taught her of their ways in exchange for her skills in magick.
It had been several weeks that she'd been here and had begun to grow accustomed to it. She doubted she would remain much longer, but she might return one day.
The morning was surprisingly beautiful, a cool wind blowing through the jungles as she emerged from her hut to the sounds of commotion at the edge of the encampment. The perimeter sentries were disturbed by something or someone approaching. She thought she picked up the word "outsider" but her Felucianese still left a great deal to be desired.
Her travels had taken her to Felucia, a world that wasn't entirely unlike Dathomir. It pulsed with the Force and the jungle bound locals were acute sensitive to it. She had not traveled to the small, organized villages, but to the jungles. The Felucians native to the jungles were typically hostile to outsiders, but Renfry had won them over in short order owed to their semi-similar cultures.
They had fed her, housed her, and taught her of their ways in exchange for her skills in magick.
It had been several weeks that she'd been here and had begun to grow accustomed to it. She doubted she would remain much longer, but she might return one day.
The morning was surprisingly beautiful, a cool wind blowing through the jungles as she emerged from her hut to the sounds of commotion at the edge of the encampment. The perimeter sentries were disturbed by something or someone approaching. She thought she picked up the word "outsider" but her Felucianese still left a great deal to be desired.