Obi-Wan sat at the bar, letting the background noise of conversations and music wash over him but not paying much attention with either his senses or the Force. Instead he sipped his beer and ruminated on the changes the past few weeks had brought in his life.
Siri's return from the dead and arrival in Vallo, then the appearance of Tython's Jedi Temple out in the forest had upended things, to put it mildly. It wasn't an unwelcome change, to be sure, on either account, but it made him face some facts. One of which was he'd been too much of a hermit since arriving here. Oh he'd talk on the network, work with his defense team and attend the occasional social event, but he hadn't gone out of his way to get out and explore the city and live.
So he'd opened himself to the Force and let it guide him, which is how he wound up in Galahd nursing his second drink of the evening.