Later that night, Thusura was approached by her master, Klazzi'muata'lrisdo.

"Thusura, how was your day?" Zimuata asked.

Zimuata's black hair was loosely braided across her shoulder. Her blue skin is a bit cooler and she has the typical red eyes of the Chiss. Her Jedi robes are darker brown compared to the others.

"Well, uh, it's fine, I guess," Thusura replied nervously. "It's just that I miss Master Wintrev and I found a sad looking man in the garden while I was tending a while ago. I want to know why the man is sad. Maybe he misses Master Wintrev too."

"It's okay, Thusura. At least you have me," Zimuata replied calmly to her apprentice. "It was hard since your Master Wintrev suddenly disappeared in the fateful battle of Esainoth. No one knows what really happened. He has probably been dead for years. So I had to train you."

"Thank you, Master Zimuata," Thusura replied.

"I'm going on a mission tomorrow. Sleep well, Thusura," Zimuata says to Thusura.

Thusura placed her head on her pillow, wrapped the blanket around her body, and closed her eyes, ready for the trials for the next day without her Master.