"Please, Obi-wan will do. Or, Master Kenobi, if you'd prefer to be formal," How far out from the Core must they be? Obi-wan has a bad feeling about this, and not just the jangling sense of wrongness that his Force-sense is feeding him.

This is not a place he belongs. Or perhaps, that's just the lingering effects of that... that wound in the air.

"Very well, since you certainly know this place better than I, we'll follow your lead," And he caps this pronouncement with a wry little smile, crinkling at the corners of his eyes, "After you, 'Grey Warden Mage Bethany Hawke.'"