Entered a child, departed a master.

[Alor Seerdon]

Some how this child had managed to pass by unnoticed by the gate keeperes at the Temple enterance. The young man, about 19 years of age, looked tired and confused, yet there was determination in his eyes.
At the registration desk he greeted the Jedi Master present:

"I am Alon Seerdon, and I am here..."

Without finishing his greeting, the young man fell to the ground, exausted and weak. Indeed, his journey had been a long one.

[Xazor Elessar]

Xazor stepped from the shadows and approached the young man who had entered. Her blue robes gathered around her on the ground......and her waist length blonde hair was done up in Garou Warrior braids. The gold coins in them clanged together until she stopped close to him. Bowing slightly, she smiled, her elongated canines quite visible in the light.

"Greetings to you....I am Warrior Jedi Knight, Xazor Dawnstrider. You look tired young man...your journey was long indeed..."

She said with sympathy in her voice.