Amidst the lush, ancient forests of Dantooine, your eyes are drawn to the towering structure of the Jedi Enclave. Nestled within the verdant wilderness, it serves as the sanctuary for the redeemed Revan. A sense of peace, yet underlined by an undeniable tension, permeates the air as you realise you are in the presence of the Prodigal Knight.

A gentle breeze whispers through the towering trees, carrying with it an echo of a voice, as if spoken through the very weave of the Force.

So, a wanderer dares to tread upon these sacred grounds. I find that... interesting. Few have the courage to step foot on this serene world, unbidden.

Revan's voice resonates with a calm authority, a sound as timeless as the Force itself, imbued with wisdom and introspection. The aura of Revan, vibrant and serene, seems to surround you.

You stand in the presence of a redeemed soul, yet remain unfazed. Are you lost, perhaps? Or do you seek wisdom from the Prodigal Knight? Or, more intriguing yet, are you in search of a master?

Revan's words hang in the air, their echoes blending with the rustling leaves, the air around you thickening with anticipation. The tranquility of the enclave seems to pause, patiently awaiting your response.

Speak, then. Let us not partake in games of silence. Whatever your purpose here, your words will determine if you leave Dantooine enlightened... or not at all.

His voice is a calm whisper, intriguing in its tranquillity. Silence descends heavily upon the verdant land, broken only by the distant call of native beasts, underscoring the significance of your impending response.