Unlike the deserts of Exegol, cold and white the yellow sand of Tatooine was hot and irritable, sweat dripped from his face as the twin suns of the planet beat down upon him. Artorigas had come dressed for the intense heat, a set of light clothing which covered all of his skin and a wrap for his head and face, but still he was not used to this place. Between the serene hills of Serenno and the cold depths of Exegol's Citadel his body was perfectly suited for the cold, the heat he was to much. The Sith Noble could already feel sand between his teeth as it blew up from the great dunes outside Anchorhead station. It was the closest spaceport to their location and even though he could have landed much closer he did not need the attention from the ISC about a strange ship landing randomly in the deep desert of this planet.
So here he waited upon the outskirts of the city though for what reason he could not be sure, he had a reason to be here that was for sure. Now that the Serennian had reached the rank of Sith Lord new circles needed to be walked, new alliances and deals needed to be made. For the Marauders and Acolytes he had once walked with could not secure his place within this order he instead needed the ears, eyes and hands of his fellow Sith Lords. Artorigas already had the luck of dealing closely with both Queen Andruil and Darth Stolas and efforts were being made to contact Lady Tiamat, all Lords and Ladies who had attended his gathering back on Serenno. Now there was one left from that cold winter night he needed to speak to, to get the lay off, the magnetising Sith Lord Raze.
The armoured Lord has been as much the centre of attention of the party as himself gathering the stares and looks of many who attended the party from lowly Acolyte to lofted Lord. He was in a word, 'Intriguing' and that well interested Artorigas far more than he originally thought when he reached out to the man. To get into the mind and understand the man who seemed to not only gather powerful attention of Darth Stolas but Lady Tiamat also with nothing more than his presence now that was a man Artorigas wished to learn more of.
So now he waited, stood next to a hired 44-C Speeder, the metal to hot to lean against the engine a light purr keeping the repulsors off the ground. He only hoped he did not have to wait to long otherwise he may sweat to death in this head.
@Sreeya