Izel had been surprised when Master Grayza approached her about overseeing his apprentice's Trial of Insight, but she supposed it made sense. The galaxy was in chaos right now, and as a result the Council was in a constant race to keep up with the latest disasters. She could do this much for him, and she felt pleased with the test she had devised. She had never had the pleasure of meeting his Padawan Crix Aran before, and decided to use that to her advantage. She had spent a good two weeks among the Adherents, learning everything she could about their faith and customs, so that she could convincingly pose as one of their monks. Even when organizing the trial she did not communicate directly with Crix, instead using Master Grayza as a proxy, so that the Padawan would not even have the chance to learn anything about her from her writing. His trial would be straightforward but hopefully a good challenge. On the surface he had the task of escorting the Adherents across the dangerous landscape of Zeffo to meditate at the ancient sites. Beneath that, he was aware that one of the pilgrims was a Jedi Master, and was tasked with determining who it was before the journey was complete. If he could do so in the few days it took to cover their trek, he would pass. He would be allowed only one guess, and so would need to be patient and highly observant. Insightful.
As they waited at the landing pad on the village's edge for the Padawan to arrive Izel looked over the other pilgrims, the true pilgrims. A tiny old Lannik with a long white beard, Brother Curga. A beautiful Mirialan woman with a confident demeanor, Sister Iude. And a bookish and taciturn Bardottan, Brother Hun. Izel herself had to remember she was no longer Izel. Until young Crix ferreted out the truth, she was Sister Xipil. She straightened out her robes and stood upright, taking a wooden staff etched with strange runes in her hands to replace her lightsaber. The Padawan would be arriving any moment. It was time to get into character. "May the Force be with you Crix Aran..." She whispered a wish of luck, and then the Jedi was gone. Only the Adherents remained standing on the pad.
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