Katreel wrote down the coordinates with a pencil, and Neb looked at him funny.
Katreel caught Neb's gaze "It's an old writing tool. Anyway, thank you for your time young Jedi. I shall be off."
With that, Katreel left the room, and then left the Archives building.
Moments later, he attempted to start up his ship, but to no avail. Katreel looked down at his monitors.
"Great. I'm out of fuel. Guess I'm stuck here."
Katreel flew back out of his ship and hovered around the outside of the temple.
OOC: No color posting!
I feel so..so...so conformed!