Like most tiefling males, Altair had a penchant for wandering. While most of the time it was Sith related or somewhat useful, this time he was entirely selfish. Huttball money meant he finally got his own ship and that just blew the galaxy wide open. Coming from a frugal family meant he got himself a very small and modest ship, but it would take him anywhere. The academy had granted them an extended weekend and he took the opportunity to go wandering.
The tiefling found himself in a thick forest on an obscure planet on a hunt for wild mushrooms that would supposedly give him the wildest trip of his life. Since the wildfire business, he stayed away from manufactured drugs, but he found organic stuff fair game still. His logic may have been severely flawed, but he was too young to care. Altair was still riding the high of being galactically famous for Huttball and his 18th birthday, which meant he could legally drink virtually anywhere in the outer rim.
The forest was humid and stuffy, but he didn’t mind it so much. He wore a black tank top and some baggy pants, his tail batting away any bugs and swaying happily side to side. The tiefling wasn’t worried about running into large animals here so he sang a tune as he walked. His melodious voice would carry throughout his immediate vicinity. He ducked frequently to avoid getting his horns tangled up in plants. Altair already spotted a few signs along the trees and rocks he passed to suggest he wasn’t too far from where the mushrooms grew.