It was roughly a week before Life Day. Ilias had planned to be home for the holidays. Drunk off rum-nog and maybe even sparing with a few clansmen. Instead, he was trapped on Ando Prime. Apparently the gods thought it amusing to unleash a blizzard spanning over nearly a third of the planet while he stopped to refuel for the final push home.
The Veren warrior didn't mind the snow, in fact he usually enjoyed it. This however, this a Hoth level of cold and misery that he was not exactly prepared for. So, while his loyal droid was manning the ship. Ilias was relaxing in the local Cantina. Sitting next to the wood stove, drinking a stout beer thinker than his hair.
As always in public, he wore his armor. However, unlike many of his clan, he choose the take his helmet off. Resting it on his knee as he enjoyed his room departure beer.
@LadyRen
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