OSSUS, NEAR THE OLD JEDI TEMPLE
The hooded man gazed at Tandra and Quaver and frowned. "Strange. We have known Lyna Honso for years, and yet she never told us about either of you." He stepped closer to them. "Would you mind telling me who you are?"
"We are as he says we are," Tandra replied softly. "If you doubt us, we'll soon prove that we were just as much a part of her family as you were, being the tribe that mentored and supported her. If you let us speak with the Chieftaness, we would be most grateful, and be on our way besides." She folded her hands in front of her, and Quaver gave a sincerely earnest nod.
The man's brow furrowed. "If you must know, Lyna Honso is dead, and has been ever since she was slain by Darth Sethos. What is that you humans say to force someone to leave? 'Get lost'? Yes, that's it. Get lost, intruders!"