In the months since he's arrived here, Ezra has taken to coming down the beach and boardwalk area at least a couple of the days Sleepers, like clock work, are most likely to wash up. Sometimes he's felt a tug from the Force towards someone in particular; others times he's simply headed towards whomever most seems to need a hand, settling in.

This month it appears his help is barely needed. But before he can extract himself completely from the activity around the boardwalk, he hears something familiar: the litany of the Sith Code.

He watches the person reciting it, for a few seconds. Then he mentally sighs to himself and heads over.

Here, Talwyn, have a nineteen year old in a light brown cloak in the style of the Jedi, with tunics and tabards to match, albeit in blues and greens and orange trim. And yes, the glint of a lightsaber on his belt.

"You're new, right?" he starts off, conversationally. "I'm Ezra Bridger."