"A wise Master Jedi once taught me that life was what mattered, and a Jedi that couldn't understand living people, wasn't long for the Order," He offered her a cup, as she moved to sit; not his own, but another, full with wine, as if he had somehow anticipated her visit, "Nathaniel is..."

He scanned the assembled competitors and picked him out by demeanor. A youngish, thin-looking young man with a pinched look and the cool poise of someone who understands very well the real consequence of a bow's use. Of course, that described many of the people here, competitors and otherwise, but Obi-Wan had a feeling he was guessing correctly. A Jedi always goes with their gut.

"...That one?"