[as he starts, Cecelia slides a journal in front of her, pulling a quill out of its bindings and begins to write in swift, small shorthand. her brow furrows here and there -- Jedi?? how is that spelled? ah, and an empire, always the breeding grounds for conflict, that never changes...

despite his sheepish admission, Cecelia offers a clinical sound as a reply, tallying up some of her notes. she goes point-by-point:] Let me respond with what I wrote, and you confirm if I received the gist? A former knight of a felled order, currently in opposition to those what felled it in the first place. You're seeking to change the hands of power to your favored source? Or sources -- "republic" and all that.

[she quirks an eyebrow, looking up at him.] Did I miss anything?