Reuben Azari
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It had been at least five years since Reuben had been to the local market, it was a large market that covered a majority of the town and often drew in visitors from nearby towns due to the range of stalls, especially varied now that Corellia was under Mandalorian control, from food to weapons, there was nothing out of the question. He had been sent today to get food for dinner while his uncle was working on the farm and his aunt was somewhere else in the market, looking to buy clothes that would actually fit him rather than the oversized shirt and trousers of his Uncle's.
He was browsing a stall with fresh produce when there was a shout which immediately drew his attention and the attention of a few other people around him whose eyes all searched for the source of the noise when it became apparent it was in response to a man who was running towards them. Without a second thought, Reuben tackled the man to the ground as he passed and struggled with him for a moment before pinning his arms to the ground, one of which held something enclosed in his fist.
@Algarus
He was browsing a stall with fresh produce when there was a shout which immediately drew his attention and the attention of a few other people around him whose eyes all searched for the source of the noise when it became apparent it was in response to a man who was running towards them. Without a second thought, Reuben tackled the man to the ground as he passed and struggled with him for a moment before pinning his arms to the ground, one of which held something enclosed in his fist.
@Algarus