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The sound of his hammer repeatedly striking the metal of the beskad he was just finishing up resounded throughout the small encampment that he had set up in a large clearing in the forests of Ithor. It was surrounded by trees and nature... and was, strangely enough, probably only a few hundred feet from the main port.
Ithor was a strange place.
It was a place where the locals did everything they could to preserve nature and yet here he was, allowed to use his forge in the open air. Still, he wasn't complaining. Instead, he set the blade into the water to cool as he set his tools down and took a break in the middle of the clearing, his portable forge burning merrily away.
Sitting there in the middle of all of this nature... Tagal could not help but feel so incredibly bored.
He was going to need to start getting some more friends, more contacts and set up some kind of shop if he was going to continue. Moving around Ithor like some kind of space gypsy wasn't going to make him some friends.
Or was it?
The foliage moved and Tagal prepared to meet someone... only to be disappointed at the sight of this planet's version of a squirrel.
"... well that was anti-climatic."