The sun is high in the sky when he wanders into the Sanctuary grounds, a man shrouded in red-brown robes, his pace slow and deliberate. He pauses for a moment, looking around the grounds.

Seems peaceful enough here...maybe I can get some time to myself...a little peace and quiet...

As he looks around, he is struck by how much this place reminds him of the temples where he is from. Places he had not visited in too long. He finds a shaded place under a tree and settles there, still shrouded in his robes, and begins to meditate.

It's the first place he's found in this strange town that was at least a little peaceful. Hopefully he'll be undisturbed here, for a little while...

He's just begun to relax, extending his senses beyond himself to feel out the surrounding area, when she throws the weapon.

He can sense the attack as it happens, feel the weapon racing towards him, can tell without even opening his eyes that it won't hit him. And that it's a warning shot. At least that's what he thinks, until he hears the yell.

It's a trick his long-dead Master taught him, to speed up his thoughts and movements so that time appears to slow from his perspective. So he has plenty of time to watch her charging him.

You've got to be kidding. Is there no peace in this place?

If he had been younger, more arrogant, he might have laughed. You don't warn one like him that you're going to attack and give him so much time to prepare for it. If you're smart, you don't give him any time at all.

But then, he's never been here before, isn't sure where here is, isn't even sure if these people have even heard the word Jedi.

A second, perhaps, has passed as these thoughts flash through his mind, maybe two, and still he watches her come, as if she's mired in time and moving through the air like it's a syrup.

He looks to the side and spies a length of dead wood, perhaps two feet in length and thick enough to do a bit of hurt. Focusing, he grabs it in a telekinetic grip.

Ah, good. Heavy. Solid.

He steadies his grip on it with his mind and flings it at her broadside, aiming for her torso with just enough force behind it to stun her. He doesn't want to do any harm, but she could be crazy, running at him screaming like that, and he isn't here for a fight.

At the same time, he moves, rolling away from the tree and out of her way as fast as Jedi-trained muscles will allow. As he comes to his feet, he sheds his robe, shrugging out of it and letting it fall to the ground with practiced smoothness. If she still wants a fight after that, it would do him well to be unencumbered - despite her kamikaze method of attack, she could prove to be a formidable foe - but doesn't pull either lightsaber from his hip yet.

Hopefully, he won't have to...

Finally, after several hours, he feels much better.

It seems this sanctuary has its own measure of peace, as he's been undisturbed - minus the little hiccup - to concentrate on regaining his own inner calm. The land is unfamiliar, but even here, the Force is still with him.

He's had time to meditate, and even to practice a few Force exercises - a bit of telekinesis, sensory exercises, and the like. He had worried that there were more disturbances in wait, but he's been fortunate enough to be left to himself.

Now he stands, stretching his body as he looks around. It's nice here, even though he can feel subtle signs of turmoil in this place - people in fear, frustration, and determination. Something is going on here, some form of disturbance that has the denizens of this place stirred up.

He finishes stretching before he begins walking towards the temple he glimpsed through the trees off to his left. At the very least, he can find out if there's any aid he can render.

There doesn't appear to be anyone home - at least, not that he can see. Or perhaps they're busy with something else. Or just ignoring him, which would actually be something of a relief. The hardest part of being a Jedi, he had found, was visiting a place that had never seen one and having to contend with all the local toughs that wanted to see if the Jedi were 'just a product of good storytelling.' He'd had none of that here, yet.

He's not fool enough to think that he has been unnoticed - his senses buzz lightly in his mind, alerting him to the prescence of someone else nearby, watching him. No danger, yet, just watching.

If whoever it was had been creeping up on anyone else, they'd have done a good job - without any extrasensory abilities, he'd never have known they were there. He reaches out with those senses, getting a feel for the stalker - female, he is almost certain, human as far as he can tell, and with that intriguing feeling of good strangely mixed with evil that he'd sensed from a few others here, as if one were laid over the other. It was a strange sensation to him, that sense. But it seemed to be somewhat common here.

He pauses in his tracks, looking just over his shoulder in the general direction he's sensed her in - not specific enough to spot her visually, but just enough to be looking that way with the corner of his eye. His motions are deliberate - if whoever was there was as good an observer as they were a hunter, then they'd be able to figure out that he knew they were there.

If it was a fight they wanted, they could let him know - if he was intruding, they could tell him to leave. He stays put, waiting for whoever this is to make the first move.

He takes another step, before he feels another set of eyes on him...this time from above. He looks up just in time to see a huge...something...glide silently above him. With the trees in the way, it was hard to tell, but he'd had the impression of a flying version of one of his home's dragons.

He'd seen such things before, on his home planet - the krayt dragons there were not only huge, but dangerous - but he'd never had the impression of sentience from one of those. This set of eyes had had some intelligence behind it, at least as much as the Masters he had trained with.

It seems I get the full welcome, then.

He sighs and comes to a full halt, not bothering to turn around to see where his terrestrial pursuer is hiding. He knows she is there, and within easy distance to hear his voice at normal levels.

"I know you are there. If you have something to say - be it welcome or dismissal - come out and say it. I'm not here for a fight - unless, that is, you're not going to give me the choice."

Usually, he's more patient, more willing to wait for someone else to make the first move. Anger, fear, aggression - the dark side are they. Briefly, he wonders which side curiousity serves.

The huntress had gotten so caught up in the prowl that she'd missed her opportunity to expose herself (considering her current clothing state that would have been very literal). Icer, being a friend, was forgiven for the little intrusion, as Trixie perked up her ears to hear the male's response. She knew he was completely aware of her being there, but that didn't make stalking about any less fun.

As a show of his knowledge and her awareness of it, she moved forward so she was just behind one of the trunks at the very front of the line of trees. She was just being obvious now, too, what with one bare hip cocked and peeking out.

Ice blue eyes blinked as she kept her attention on the man, though her tail twitched now and then, for now she was letting him speak, listening to his tone and watching his every movement.

A long silence after he finished, and a glance toward the trees momentarilly, before turning her full attention back on the man.

This is a special place..., thats all she'd say about the Sanctuary for now, but you are here in Rhydin, and you seem vaguely familiar, if I will, may I have your name?

There was another long pause as she listened intently, before almost tasting the name on her tongue, a pleasure Aquilonius..Fardreamer, I am Icer. The blue dragon remained steadfast, ice blue eyes remaining on the man in front of her, nostrils taking in his scent to remember.

Wings rustled slightly in the breeze that blew over her, but yet she did not stir, her voice remainingsteady as she spoke once more.

Friend.. or Foe..

she considered his words as if weighing them, then canted her head, showing the old scar that ran through her left eye, wings stirring only to extend in a stretch then folding back against her sides.

I am only aggressive if need be, and you have given me no reason to be, I just hope to keep it that way, as this is one of the areas I will defend.