Yarr Vrangeg sat in front of the temple, meditating. The cool, crisp air of the early morning surrounded him as he focused his mind, drawing upon the peaceful energy of the Force. He was awaiting his padawan, a young learner entrusted to his guidance and instruction.

That was when they approached, their footsteps soft and deliberate against the worn stone of the temple steps. Yarr stood, turning to face the newcomer, and nodded in greeting. The moment was serene, with no one else around to disturb their solitude.

The padawan stood before the Jedi Master, their features obscured by the hood of their robe. Yarr could sense their nervousness, their anticipation, and their eagerness to begin their training. He reached out, placing a reassuring hand on the padawan's shoulder, and smiled warmly.

"I've been expecting you," Yarr said, his voice calm and measured. "It is time for us to begin you."