There was no getting used to a city like New Adasta. On Korriban, few lived save the students, instructors, and staff of the Academy. And where they ventured even fewer. On Korriz, the city markets were little more than villages tied to one of the crumbling ruins, vast temples, or silent palaces. The sheer noise of the Golden Promenade made Jun-Tsu dread this venture all the more. And the crush of people, made it all the worse.
As her transport slowed to a stop and the slave opened its port, the full oppressiveness seemed to seep into the vehicle. She offered herself a brief moment to center herself before stepping out onto the street.
The moment her robes touched the ground, she could already feel the eyes upon her. The styles of Korriz were not those of the capital. Indeed far from it. Almost archaic, and lacking the crisp utilitarian nature of Ziost's well-to-do population. Her vestments flowed out around her and washed against the ground, with her ornate veil, hiding nearly every part of her while she was in public. Many kept back or found a different method of navigating the boulevard.
Glancing at the shop before her, it appeared to be a jeweler of some sort, with ornate and simple finery that glinted in the grey light of snowfall. Jun-Tsu approached closer to view the wears on display.