Receptionist!

"Excuse me."

The Twi'lek looks up.

"Can I help you?"

"Hi, yes. I was told I'd have to see at the consulate to visit that temple..."

"Ah, yes. The Voss are fairly fussy about visitors. Are you with one of the universities?"

"I'm not, I'm an independent researcher, in a way."

"Do you have your visa number?"

He starts patting his pockets. "Yeah, of course, I—" He pauses. Frowns. Pats his pockets again. "Er, one sec."

She smiles pleasantly.

"Take your time."

He continues searching his person for it then sighs. "I must've forgotten it in my room."

"If you have other identification, I can look it up for you."

"Nah, it's fine, I'll go look for it and be back later. I didn't know about their distrust of outsiders, hadn't really set this much time aside for it. Raincheck?"

...he hates the mind trick. Hates it hates it hates it. But... this is rather small. If he's caught that's even worse, and he's trying to figure out a different path anyway, right? The Jedi would have had him using it a lot, and if this is the last time he does, well, then that's fine.

So she won't be pressing the issue, and will let him go easily.

"All right. I hope you find it. Have a pleasant day!"

"Thank you, you too!"

Out he goes.

It's getting dark. He might need to find a place to stay.

How delightful. Any homeless shelters or the like?

Nothing helpfully signposted as such. Not even a hotel.

Maybe one of those teahouses might have a room to let? They seem bigger than strictly necessary.

Perhaps! He goes to one.

The entryway is paneled in tasteful orangey wood. Opening of the door rings a soft chime further in. A young Voss woman appears and bows.

"Welcome to Bas-ton's teahouse. Are you here for a table or a room?"

"Is both an option?"

"Of course. How long would you like to make your reservation for?"

"Just for tonight."

She makes a note on a datapad, and gestures further into the teahouse.

"Please, follow me."

He nods, and follows.

The main room is about half-full, mostly Voss. Everyone's at their own table or talking quietly in twos or threes. He is ushered through and up a set of stairs. The girl takes a keycard from beside the door and unlocks his room, then hands it to him.

"Thank you very much. And the table...?"