Black winds whipped around a hooded figure as he stood outside on a landing pad. The night was mild, although there were hints it could become cooler. The figure hesitated before entering the city before him. He took a few steps, looked back at his ship, and then headed in. He had found his resolve.
Once inside the city, he made his way to a small cantina frequented by lowlifes, highlifes, and people looking to make secret deals. The figure took off his hood, revealing himself to the entire establishment. To his relief, no one noticed or cared. He realized that his left hand was gripping the hilt of the hilt of a weapon that he had not brought with him, and that it rested just above his lightsaber. He relaxed, and calmed himself in the force.
Revealed now to none who cared as Vohn Exel, the jedi made his way to a small table in the corner and ordered a drink. He had not told anyone yet that he had returned to the galaxy at large, or why. However, he had contacted someone from his wilder days before becoming a Jedi and was hoping to meet them here. There was a disturbance in the Force, and Vohn had felt it since landing. He hoped it was not betrayal that he sensed, but it would reveal itself in time. All he could do now was wait.