The amount of Mandalorians present was rather curious. Had there been some sort of alliance formed between them and the Rangers? Their ideals sometimes appeared to conflict and he couldn’t see them getting along too well. Regardless, he filed that information away as he watched one of them climb up on stage. He sipped from his whiskey as the female began to sing, a nice change of pace from the general radio music. He took his jacket off to get more comfortable, down to his button up now.
It wasn’t long before he saw another step on beside the Mando, a face he recognized. Emryc watched as the man took up a mic and began to sing as well, his silver gaze fixed on the Firrerreo. It was that same soothing voice he heard before, the crooning of the nightingale. His whiskey came up as he took a sip, gaze unwavering for a prolonged moment towards the searing goldens.
His focus shifted when the Senator spoke. Even when half listening, he was usually alert enough to fill in the blanks. He gave her a lopsided grin, “Not in the habit of drinking engine degreasers, Miss Zale,” He said smoothly as he clinked his whiskey glass against hers before taking another sip. He truly did have a difficult time believing that the woman didn’t have Echani in her.
“Do you speak Mando’a in your household?” He asked, genuinely curious. The Mando part of the Zale history was thought to have been wiped out by now.
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