After three years of being away from her clan, Zaia was expecting to be able to relax and catch up when she finally returned with a droid and a ship of her own. Instead, she was immediately greeted with the offer of a mission, one that involved going to Mandallia with another Mandalorian to prove to the Mandallian giants that they were worthy of the title. The Challenge of Arms, they called it. All she and her companion would have to do was impress them in a duel, using locally forged weapons made out of their local beskar. If it went well, the Mandallians would once more join with the Mandalorians, earning them another powerful ally. Simple enough, or so she thought.
Now Zaia found herself standing at the entrance of the village, helmet at her side, about to meet her mystery companion as well as the blacksmith who would be making their weapons. Clad in her gray cloak and usual beskar-gam, she had everything she needed. As it would be considered dishonorable to use her own weaponry and armor functions in the duel, she hadn’t the mind to bring anything else with her.
And so she waited. Her companion would be here soon enough, and then she’d be able to do her usual pre-battle routine of quickly scanning them for possible strengths and weaknesses. Even if it really was only a show, there would be no harm in trying to win. If it was a good fight the Mandallians wanted, it was what they would get.
@Charles