"What a bizarre place." Aayla shook her head and fell into step with the man and into the shop as he held the door. It must have been a fearsome demigod to inspire such fearful wardings as these people had put in place. The lights the decoy food, the ritually killed and decorated trees. She was sure other Jedi, more scholarly than herself, would be fascinated by it.

"My name is Aayla Secura, may I ask who you are?" Until she knew more it paid to be polite, Master Tholme had tried to make her understand that tie and again, maybe now she would pay attention to his teachings.