Yoda
Sitting on his favorite bench in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, Yoda gummed his gimmer stick. Before him was a holoprojector, sitting in abeyance and waiting to be turned on. Making the slightest gesture with his hand, Yoda stretched with the Force and switched it on and a hologram of a girl sprung into life.
The first thing Yoda noticed about the girl was her hair. It was a bright red, a pure red. It was too dark to be bright, too bright to be dark, too bold to be soft, to soft to be bold. If it were not for the silk look to her hair, Yoda would have thought it to be dyed.
The second thing he noticed was her eyes. Contrasting to her fire red hair, her deep, grayish blue eyes were deeper and bluer than any ocean he had even heard of. Those eyes seemed to be the doorway to her soul. Those spotted eyes were those of young innocence, yet unmistakable aged wisdom. The girl, without a doubt, was a telepath.
A pendent around her neck caught his attention. Two metal circles intertwined and stayed closed to each other, always connected and crossing at the sides. It seemed familiar. Yoda could have sworn he had seen that piece of jewelry before. From the hologram, the girl seemed barely a woman grown. If he had to guess, he would say that the girl was Obi-Wan's age (which added to his reluctance).
For some reason, Yoda had a bad feeling about letting Qui-Gon and his apprentice take this mission; most especially on Obi-Wan's part. But there was no logic to such a prompting, making it unwise to not let them go, especially since he had yet to see a better pair who worked together as Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.