Recent content by Krinn Nelthar

The Nautolan listens with owlish eyes as the woman goes on to list off various healing herbs. He can't help the sensation of curiosity that flutters within his thoughts. There was a method to her madness, of that Krinn has no doubts. The offensive plants, though? That came as a bit of a...

A small smile parts his toothy maw as he peers upon the woman. He could rest a bit easier now, it seemed. There was no concern that she'd drag him back, no concern that she'd betray him. It seemed the Annfyn had swept those worries away. Hearing that the prison break was her fault, though, it...

She's just.... quiet. And he isn't sure what to expect, waiting with baited breath, nervousness coiling within his gut. Maybe she felt the same. The half-Annfyn steps closer, and it seems she's finally going to respond. Krinn had no idea what to expect, but it certainly wasn't an apology. Her...

Owlish eyes roamed the crowd, and the Nautolan worked to keep his mind busy. He knew well enough what happened when he allowed his thoughts to wander, and since he wasn't actively working on something... well, best to avoid the subject altogether. He lets his gaze pick out individuals from the...

Draped in tattered, dirtied clothing, Krinn still didn't manage to stand out among the many visitors of the Taanab farmer's market. The fall harvest had drawn many to fairs across the planet's surface, eager to sell both crops and livestock alike. The market was growing increasingly crowded with...

He almost felt... annoyed. One more smirk tossed in the direction of those thieves. Like this man enjoyed toying with them, or taunting them, or whatever it was that he was doing. The Nautolan frowns, points his bright gaze forward, and tries to ignore the tense situation as it developed. And...

The Nautolan tilts his head, notes the expectant gaze that now rests upon him. It shifts suddenly, and Krinn blinks with a moment of confusion, before he turns his own large eyes upon a group of rowdy people nearby. They seemed to be muttering amongst themselves, staring at the half-Annfyn with...

The Wanderer? That was a strange name. Well, less of a name and more of an alias, Krinn supposed. He doubted anyone would name their kid that, of all things. Regardless, the Nautolan didn't care to push the subject. After all, he understood the value of remaining unknown. Krinn doesn't comment...

What he sees in the other is a shock, at first. The light side of the force swells within the strange man's spirit. It is... not nearly as concerning to the Sith deserter as one might think, though. Had this been another dark sider, he might have turned and fled then and there, but Krinn has no...

One of the flowers that snagged his gaze was a rose, thorny and vibrant orange, he could practically smell the aroma from where he stood. Eyes glittered curiously as he shuffled closer for a better look., and he could sense that the keeper of the shop was peering at him from the nearby stall, a...

[ open to anyone that might be on the planet ] He had been lucky, and not in one single way, either. Lucky that he was, for all intents and purposes, a nobody. Lucky that he managed to smuggle himself off of New Alderaan after the Sith Empire established their government, and lucky that he had...

Of course, he agreed. Fresh fish was by far superior to the preserved stuff, stripped of it's glistening scales and cooked to a flaky dryness. It was tolerable. It wasn't bad. But preserved fish was far from the greatest thing he had ever tasted in the galaxy. Still, the Nautolan doesn't...

He scowls, because he hadn't asked for a lecture from this woman he hardly knew, hadn't asked for her opinion. And he knows, deep down, that his irritable nature only serves to make him more temperamental, that the trauma he had endured had eaten into his spirit like a worm burrows through a...

She was smiling, a friendly sort of expression, such a odd thing to see upon an enemy's lips. Krinn bore no such similarities. His face was set within hard, stony lines, the creases of stress and failing health. He can't find humor here, on Kashyyyk. Not the way she could. He doesn't answer her...

She confirms his worries, brings truth to his concerns, and the air seems to grow thinner, colder within his lungs. The threat of Jedi was one he had accepted upon landing on Kashyyyk, but to purposefully wander into their camps? Krinn is exhausted, weak and starving. His mind is addled, clouded...