Mandalore.
How long had it been, since her aunts husband had passed on? A year or so? Cremek, her.. cousin, has refused to take his father's place, so natrualy it fell to her to care for this small fraction of what the twins were, she had been doing well, given the sudden circumstances. She walked amidst the glassed dunes of mandalore, down a familiar path, a spot that the twins often set up shop for their ilk and whatnot. The twins sold armor, and they were going to showcase one of their best, the cuyan series.
The bazaar of sorts was sort of like a flee market, but uniquely... mandalorian. Credits, guns, story's, were all swapped here as currency where the twins chose to set up shop, it was always chaotic, yet orderly at the same time. This was a signature place for the twins to do business.
Rue would sigh, walking into the so called "spotlight" and taking over from some candorus bloke.
"You know, I bet my good eye that a fights going to break out soon."
She sighs once more, turning her head to look about..