Dareia hadn’t asked about the last vision because she felt that it was none of her business. She was curious, sure, especially considering that she was certain that he had not intentionally showed that to her. She was not, however, in the habit of sticking her nose into other people’s business when it did not directly affect her. While she was curious, she would not ask, at least not now. There were more important things to worry about now.<br/><br/>After introducing the two men, she fell silent, simply listening until or unless she felt the need to interject. She didn’t focus too much on the older Jedi as he responded to Tiberian, “So, you were the one we were looking for after all. I’m glad Dareia was able to find you,” he replied, glancing between the two. Dareia gave a small nod, considering their words. It did not surprise her that Tiberian assumed she was a Knight. She was young enough to still be a Padawan, although she had not been one for many years now, but her independence and the job she was clearly performing meant she was at least a Knight. Considering her age, it was generally a safe assumption that she wasn’t a Master.<br/><br/>While he was right about those things, he was technically not correct about the other two assumptions. She had not raised a Padawan to knighthood, that much was true, but she had once had a Padawan. Shortly after she gained the rank of Knight, she took on a Padawan. They had an interesting dynamic, given that she was fifteen and her Padawan was 12, so the age difference was minimal. But they got along well. The younger girl had been almost like a sister.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, she was killed during a mission a couple of years ago, while Dareia was acting as a General, commanding a unit of Clone Troopers. They had been attacked by a woman wielding red blades who managed to separate them and by the time Dareia could reach the two, it was too late. Dareia had not taken on a Padawan since, despite her old Master’s insistence that she do so, wisely reminding her that what happened was not her fault and that there is no death, only the Force.<br/><br/>As for the latter, she was recognized in many ways by the Jedi around her. She had her flaws, that much was true, but that didn’t mean that her intelligence, wisdom, or skill went unnoticed. In many ways, her skills rivaled that of a Master and her wisdom was beyond her years. She still had things to learn and ways in which she needed to grow, however, including her eccentricities, her somewhat unconventional views on certain things, and her stubborn defiance that occasionally reared its head. She had plenty of time for this, though. And at any rate, there was hardly any way he would know any of this, all things considered.<br/><br/>It seemed to her that Master Kals was listening rather intently to what Tiberian had to say, as his face had found its way into that familiar contemplative frown, his forehead scrunched and his brows furrowed. It was difficult to tell the exact reason behind this expression, but Dareia had a pretty good guess as to why, as well as how he would respond. She had worked with him long enough now to be able to determine these things with great accuracy.<br/><br/>The older Jedi listened until Tiberian had finished and they had taken seats in the office before he finally spoke up. “What makes you think that this outcome is guaranteed? The future is, as Master Yoda likes to say, always in motion. And do you mind telling me how it is that you know all of this?” he asked curiously. “And let’s say you are correct and I believe you. What makes your suggestion the best and only way to handle it? There are always alternative,” he suggested.<br/><br/>Dareia had half a mind to answer the latter question herself, but ultimately decided against it.  There was more to the questioning of an investigator than the obvious questions that they asked. He would be gauging his reactions, his body language, his answers, the way he answered, how he handled questioning, how consistent his answers were, and the truth behind his answers, among other things. Dareia, too, would watch these things. Although, she gathered from her experiences thus far that some of what he would be looking for would be lacking, as the young man did not express a great deal in general. At least he had not thus far.<br/><br/>At any rate, for now, she decided to just sit back and observe, again, until or unless she felt the need to interject. Thus, she leaned back in her chair and observed them consciously, while unconsciously, she was reading their emotions and their thoughts, the intentions and motives. And in some other part of her mind, she contemplated the likelihood that the Master would believe him, how the council would react, who would be in support and who would oppose them, who would support immediate action and who would take a more conservative approach, and then she thought of the ways they may sway things to their favor, changing the minds of those whose reactions were less favorable and turning them to their side. Her mind was plotting out the various possibilities, finding the most desirable outcomes and the steps that needed to be taken to set those courses in motion, as well as things that should be avoided, lest they have adverse consequences.