Kanaloa showed up at one of the still-under-renovation outbuildings of what would eventually be a refurbished academy for Drommund Kaas. He'd only visited the rainy planet once before and was already highly fond of the weather. Cool, windy, and rainy was a very comfortable combination for a Wrean. There wasn't much of an attempt to avoid the rain on his way through, resulting in a moderately soggy but lightly dressed Kane stepping onto the awning outside the large dueling chamber. Five minutes early, nice.
He wore patterned, wide-legged pants that narrowed near the ankles and a light one-layer tunic, a woven cloth belt around his waist with little attachy-bits and pouches slipped between the cords, and light cloth shoes. Relatively typical training stuff back home, so he figured it'd do. Kane brought his compacted spear and knife, although this was technically a lightsaber training... thing.
Why was he here, considering neither he nor any native Wrean really used swords? Good question, self, high five. Kane was here because he didn't have any experience with lightsabers and that was mandatory. Besides, it was part of learning Sith techniques and he already may have stalled this part out of pure polearm-related pride. Only the basic levels had been covered so far.
After squeezing water from his hair and lazily tying it loosely back behind his neck he'd step into the room, shoes making soft squeak sounds against the floor from the water. "Molo, I'm Kane," he greeted with an easy little smile, approaching the apparent instructor and offering his right hand to shake. His clothes were already half-dried and the young man himself was clearly not bothered in the least by the ambient chill. "I'm here to learn about laser s- lightsabers." Good save, maybe the instructor wouldn't notice.
@Phoenix