Concord Dawn was a well-known gathering place of Mandalorians of all kinds and clans, the varied terrain across its surface dotted with townships and encampments. It was also helpful for being one of the few planets in the sector not either hostile to life or outright glassed. Even Kalavela was covered in toxic deserts. By comparison, Concord Dawn only had some desert and, so far as Dalair was aware, none of it was poisonous or even slightly radioactive.
This mixed collection of different Mandalorians meant two things: Forge work to be done, and cantinas to drink at. The former had finished for the day so Dalair was working on the second. And, yes, all of the cantinas carried a hefty collection of helmet-compatible straws. No judgment.
Well, maybe a little bit. Dalair often wore his more traditional Mandalorian attire when out for social activities, still keeping covered and advertising his position as an armorer outside the forge. Some of Family Tvashtr's adherence to many of the particularly old ways was sometimes seen as odd, but few were actually going to complain about it. It was simply the way of things.
Saying he was here just for an hour or two's recreation wasn't accurate, either. Dalair was in fact here to meet another from clan Solus. They'd hadn't met in person before, but that didn't keep whisperings of the sorts of skills Ea had from wandering around. One benefit of the armorer's nomadic nature was picking up tales and stories, and he might've caught wind of something especially important. Something he didn't need another skull-cracker for.
Dalair sipped his semi-strong drink through a metal straw he'd made himself and waited for her to show up at the table. He wasn't exactly difficult to spot.
@Logan
