Sandomere is definitely not your average senator, for one thing, he does not walk around with an escort, although given the plaza’s proximity to both the Jedi temple and the Senate building, it might not be such an odd thing. The man wears the attire normal to businessmen, no flowing robes or the like for him given that he does project himself as a man of the people. He stands in the shadow of a tree, puffing away at a cigarra and on the verge of lighting another. He is just off the main path through the plaza, having taken a quick pause to see to his craving for a smoke.