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Journey to the archives in Keldabe, there is your best chance at finding even a thread of evidence the mask still remains on Mandalore. I dread to say it, but you may learn the mask does not even exist anymore; you know how the Sith can be when it comes to punishing their subjects.
Wyatt stepped out from the promenade walkway and onto one of the connecting foot traffic causeways; he was to meet with Diocletian and Ary'del in the archives here in Keldabe. The cause of his return to the archives was with the intention to glean any information he could about the possible location of Mand'alor The First's mask, the object a mandalorian could call the peoples most sacred artifact. Wyatt's goal was to make sure it was recovered if it could be, the people had suffered enough under the rule of the Sith over the last half millennia and it was time they had something to rally behind again and this time for themselves not some lording power.
He was adorned in his armor that sported a fresh cleaning and polish, it did not shine but it was well maintained. He carried his quickdraw in a shoulder holster and the lightsaber in his bandoleer; he walked with the electroripper staff fully extended and powered off through the crowded causeway. Passing by armored and unarmored men and women, his jaig eyes showing prominently on his helmet as he approached the entrance of the archives, it's exterior was deceptively simple as was much of mandalorian architecture. The real 'wow' factor came when you entered as it retained the elegant simplicity but was adorned in a regal fashion without being gaudy, he was happy to return and with a pair of people he deemed most important to him and his task.
Dio, a friend who was more like a real brother beyond just being called Vod. He and Wyatt had fought side by side and led men into battle together more times that Wyatt could remember at this point and he knew having the insightful man with him would serve to make this trip a success. He also asked Ary'del along, as one of the few other surviving mandalorians from Medriaas it only seemed fitting to have her on this journey. He knew how much it would mean to her to recover something of their shared past, a past shared with all mandalorians who could rally when the time and right person called on them to do so.
Wyatt made past the crowd finally, and stopped at the steps of the building as he looked up the thirty or so old and elegant steps to the set of large double doors that would lead him inside the building. He cast a glance around at the passers by, trying to see if his partners for the task had beat him here.