Jungles of Devaron
OoC: Anyone is welcome to join
It was about twelve hours earlier that Thalia had started this adventure. She set off into the jungles to find her prize, one that was inspired, possibly foolishly inspired by a group of rather drunk thieves on Corellia. They had announced their riches, and though they were probably promptly robbed after the encounter in the pub, Thalia had seemed to charm them in letting in a secret of their own prizes. They described this world as a hotbed for religious buffoonery and it seemed to be something many were in the market for, old junk that many rarely remembered, but owning it and knowing something that someone else could care less seemed to give buyers a complex. It was of course a welcomed complex, especially given the amount of credits that came with it. Of course, Thalia inhaled this information and begun her own search for what she could acquire.
This time she came to the jungle world a bit more prepared, enough supplies for travel, and hope that this was not some wild errand. Her bag slung over her shoulder rested against her back and causing her shirt to stick to her back. The feeling was uncomfortable, but not unbearable, her clothes always being wet here from either the rain or the humidity was just part of the job. Though she struggled more with her hair of all things and eventually pulled it back out of her face to tame it, keeping it from coiling back into its obnoxious curls.
Thalia paused and pulled out her datapad, double checking the coordinates to the alter before returning it to her bag. The place had a feeling to it, one she felt since stepping off her ship when she arrived. The best she could do was just ignore it, like many times before where she has discovered it was ideal not to ask questions, because it generally turned out something she did not like. She looked upward to the canopy, unable to see the sun, but with the grey she could see, it was best assumed more rain was coming. Frowning, she pulled out her datapad once more checking the path and her own coordinates, hoping to reach her destination before next rainfall. She was nearly there, and closer to filling her pockets with credits that will follow.