The cold brisk wind of the Arkania's mountains wiped around Arotrigas' neck, the fur collar of the long cloak he wore did little to keep the chill from his bones. As he stood upon the shores of a nearby river he let out a small laugh at the reflection of himself in the water. A wide brimmed ten gallon hat, thick purple glasses and a fake moustache and nose had been his disguise to get through the main spaceport of Adascopolis. The planet was unfortunately within FWA Space a land now hostile to the Sith Order, they could not land in there own private ships so public transport was the only way onto Arkania.
He could see one of the ships taking off long in the distance though there was no sound for the ship. If he was honest there was not a single sound of civilisation around him, it was beautiful just the trickle of the river, the wind through the trees, birds and beasts in the distance. Artorigas was on this planet for a personal reason, not tied to either the Sith Order of the House of Wessex a change of pace for the Sith Noble. He had put out the call encase any others would be interested in his little gander across the cold world.
[Open to Sith who wanna go searching for Dragon Eggs]