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This was going to go alright. There were two Kelborn clan members on the job. Burkhart looked over at his fellow Mandalorian. The avian being was well enough off and so far had not disappointed the Alor which was more than could be said for other clan members. A slight smile creased his mouth and would have shown some teeth if not for his helmet.
Keeping up on the walk he walked away from the Rascal. The vehicle had been a fairly recent acquisition from some poor schmuck. An exaggeration to be sure. But Burkhart was also superstitious to a reasonable degree. Then again, superstition was not very logical and was more or less just another form of paranoia.
Guards belonging to the royal family also accompanied the two of the mandalorians on their way to the meeting hall with the monarch. They were watched with a close eye though. A precaution taken since Burkhart had stated he would not be giving up his armaments. Though he did refrain from bringing some of his possible weapons.
Entering the hall they made their way across the expansive room before stopping in front of the king. There was some pro imperial unrest on the planet as of late and the security around the king was on guard. Upon reaching King Burkhart nodded his head in a bow of respect. "Good afternoon King Thrandue. I am Field Marshal Burkhart Kelborn, Alor of Clan Kelborn and this is my clan mate, Marauder Perek Kelborn, Verde of Clan Kelborn." It was a bit of an overly formal and stiff introduction but the Morling wanted to not insult the man that probably had the most competing political leverage in this situation.
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