The Arcanist had discovered that he enjoyed traveling the galaxy and seeing new places. When he'd set out from the Unknown Region to make changes for the Sith Eternal he hadn't ever been to these worlds of massive populations and huge cities. It had begun with Coruscant - a world he still looked at fondly - and continued to less savory worlds like Nar Shaddaa. With the need to meet another member of the Sith Eternal, the Arcanist had picked a world where his mask wasn't immediately recognizable and where he wouldn't immediately be attacked in the street.
He stood on an open balcony where the winds rushed up from the edge of oblivion. If he looked straight down and over the railing there was nothing below but clouds and, somewhere far below, the ground. It was quite the exquisite view, and the air felt fresh. It had been built up by the Neimodians before the Clone Wars and was considered a destination world by many of the species. The Arcanist could certainly see why.
Although he had received a few odd looks for not being Neimodian, most people didn't pay him any more mind than that. He was perfectly content to not be bothered while he waited for the man he was here to meet. Out on this balcony there was no one nearby, and no one to listen in. It was... ideal.
He stood on an open balcony where the winds rushed up from the edge of oblivion. If he looked straight down and over the railing there was nothing below but clouds and, somewhere far below, the ground. It was quite the exquisite view, and the air felt fresh. It had been built up by the Neimodians before the Clone Wars and was considered a destination world by many of the species. The Arcanist could certainly see why.
Although he had received a few odd looks for not being Neimodian, most people didn't pay him any more mind than that. He was perfectly content to not be bothered while he waited for the man he was here to meet. Out on this balcony there was no one nearby, and no one to listen in. It was... ideal.