To that end he'd used what contacts he'd made throughout his travels to put the word out, discretely of course, that he was looking to hire a Force user. And that he was willing to pay very handsomely. While he wanted to ensure Ali's safety, he had no desire to see her carted off to join a monastery on a distant world. So the Jedi and all the other associated Force cults were out. But a certain Sector Ranger he'd worked with a few years ago informed him of a reliable woman. A former Jedi who had chosen to walk her own path. It was the best lead he'd gotten so far, so he invited Nara Allam to meet him at his estate in Iziz, to discuss the possibility of long term employment. If everything worked out, Ali would have her tutor.
The nobleman was dressed in the typical livery he was starting to become more accustomed to, a blue long-sleeved shirt and dark pants, with a white cape trimmed with gold. He stood in a large office on the upper floor of the main house, positioned before the windows behind his desk. Hands folded behind his back, he remained quiet as he paced back and forth restlessly, eyes scanning the estate grounds outside. His feet stomped incessantly on the dark wooden floor, the eyes of his ancestors staring at him from the busts and paintings arranged around the brightly lit, white room. He'd seen a Jedi in action once before, years ago. They had been quite the sight. He wasn't sure what to expect from this Nara woman. Why was it she had left the Jedi after all? Was it really her choice to do so? Or had she been cast out for some nefarious actions? It would be impossible to know until he got a measure of her, but none of this Force business sat well with him.
"Lord Raxx?" A servant's voice stopped his pacing abruptly, drawing his eyes to the woman standing in the doorway. "Miss Allam has just arrived." She informed him. Klied hesitated, then nodded and forced a small grin.
"Good, please send her in." He replied. The woman wordlessly nodded back before turning to leave. Once she was gone Klied sighed before walking forward and sitting down in the large, comfortable chair before his desk. He leaned back, thrumming his fingers on the surface of the table. Well, time to get this over with...
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