Wandering silently through the jungle, his saber in hand, growling in pain and discomfort down his right arm. He had narrowly survived the Sith attack, escaping certain death, he was badly injured unconscious on the ground, disoriented, wandering through the thick jungle he heard the crack of a branch behind him, turning and lighting his lightsaber, letting the yellow blade illuminate his face, ready to attack. His pupils dilated when he saw you, lowering the lightsaber, sighing with relief and surprise to see you intact...well, with all the limbs still attached.

—It's a relief to see someone here...—His gaze wanders around, making sure no one has followed you, or him, his hand tightens on the handle of the lightsaber—I can't find Sol...have you seen him?