A Prodigal Son Returns

[Tsunami]

De'vad didn't mutter a word as other people took their turns. He was interested by the different way people from different lifestyles viewed the situation, yet he was glad that everyone wanted to be a force for change and that the change on Mandalore seemed to be a go.

As Ral gave his final speech he nodded along as his words rang true, over and over again. When he had finally finished he raised his glass "For Mandalore and its people" Before he brought the drink back down to him mouth and downed the beverage with impressive speed.

 

[Arcangel]

Caedryn breathed a sigh of relief as his former mentor announced that all drinks tonight were on him. His pocketbook would be safe, at least until tommorow. Nodding in agreement to most of what the gathered warriors said, Caedryn needed no convincing. He was a Vizsla, and would support his cousin, Ral Vizsla, the rightful head of house Vizsla until his dying breath.

With Ral's speech finished, one of the gathered warriors raised his drink in a toast. "For Mandalore and its people" the soldier would say before downing his drink. A sentiment that Caedryn wholeheartedly agreed with.

"I can drink to that. For Mandalore and its people!"

Raising his own bowl of ale as he echoed the toast heartily, before bringing the drink to his lips and swallowing it down with equal enthuse. Signaling to the barkeep for another, Caedryn fully intended to take advantage of Tiral's generosity. Tiral would be paying a hefty bill on his tab in the morning, something the older Mandalorian surely knew when he offered to pay. There were few Mandalorians who would be rude enough to pass up on the offer of free alcohol after all.