Within the open space (under that sky full of brilliant, wheeling stars), there's a humanoid male seated at a table that looks like nothing so much as a black rock ripped in half, revealing a brilliant gold-hued interior. (--the table, not the humanoid.) The top half of the 'rock' has been polished flat and the man is using it as a writing surface.

He looks up at Anakin Skywalker and offers a courteous nod and a raised hand of greeting. "Pardon my forwardness, but you have the look of a recent arrival," the man calls politely. "May I be of any assisstance?"