"Master," Ambianca squinted sideways at the tall, slender figure of the Jedi beside her, "why are we back in the gardens?" Sal-Fina said nothing. Whilst her padawan sat down upon the little stone bench at the edge of Master Quillan's elaborate borders, brimming with giant green ferns higher than the average Wookiee, she continued to pace up and down, back and forth like some kind of trapped animal held behind an invisible force barrier. From where she was standing she should quite easily be able to get a good view of any activity happening via the temple launch and landing pad. And there most certainly would be further activity, of that Sal-Fina was sure. "Because we were getting in the way of the healers." Sal-Fina replied with a toss of her blonde mane. "And it doesn't do to get in the way of healers. It makes them annoyed. And annoying healers is a big mistake in the long term. They have a collectively long memory and you can be sure that at a time more convenient to themselves they will remember it." She scanned the area with her eyes. Still nothing. "Because after what happened at the cantina crawl, do you really expect the same motley crew to behave at an amusement park?" She continued. "Or because everyone else has their hands full with the more important matter of the tragedy surrounding Master Fione's death." Out the corner of her eye she thought she saw Ambianca hang her head a fraction. "And because the council have officially asked us to investigate." "They?they did what, master?" Ambianca gasped. "Investigate." Repeated Sal-Fina. "Because they were wrong about you and wanted to make amends?" Ambianca's face lit up with delight. "This was their apology?" "No." Sal-Fina said simply. "Because it wasn't important enough to assign anyone else." "Oh." "Oh indeed." The fact that she and Ambianca were in many quarters considered as something of a joke was not lost on Sal-Fina. Her own fault no doubt, for she hadn't exactly gone out of her way to challenge that belief. The kind of missions they were sent on were specialised but nothing they could easily foul up: ones that relied on cunning, deviousness, beauty? Her master had instilled the first two 'virtues' well within her. The latter she had been blessed with - or cursed - from infancy. And for better or worse she was teaching her own padawan the exact same lessons that had been passed down to herself with such bitter perfection. What she had told Ambianca was no less than the truth as to how the council regarded them, but it was more than that?she'd had her suspicions for a long time now that something sinister lay at the route of it all, that they were watching her every move and reporting what they saw. Paranoia? Some might say so, but at the end of the day paranoia was only an applicable label when it transpired that your fears were unjustified. Hers own fears were real enough. So she tested the council. Pushed them further and further than most would dare, or even dream of daring. The harder she pushed the less reaction she would get in return. What was she supposed to make of that? There was only one reasonable conclusion: they thought there was something?wrong with her. Something dangerous. No doubt it was all Qui-Gon's fault. It usually was. "What are you expecting to find, master?" Ambianca wondered outloud, resting her chin in her hands and sounding thoroughly bored with it. "More padawans?" As investigations went it was hardly taxing: find out which particular miscreants were responsible for posting Alex Arieh and a gaggle of drunken padawans through the post. Considering it was pretty well known within certain circles exactly who had gone where and who had followed afterwards, then, eliminating those who had already been returned in ignominious fashion to the temple, Sal-Fina already had a pretty good idea of exactly who the culprit was? "It's Qui-Gon." She said simply, addressing nobody in particular. "It has to be." Ambianca scratched her head. "But why would he do such a silly thing?" "You'