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Entering through the doors to the Oyu'baat, a man in red and black beskar'gam without a helmet took in a big whiff of the cantina atmosphere. This place smelt of sweat and liquor; it was Lyon's kind of place. As he approached the bar, he looked around the cantina and examined its customers. Pretty much all of them were Mandalorian, in their own beskar'gam, decorated with various colors and patterns, each symbolizing the verd that wore it.
Once he reached the bar, he nodded to the bartender and ordered a drink. "One Mandallian Narcolethe." He ordered, reaching into his pocket and fishing out a couple of credits, sliding them across the table. The bartender nodded and took the chips and left, appearing in a few moments later with a shot glass of Mandallian Narcolethe, which he sumarily slid to Lyon.
Smiling at the man in acknowledgement, Lyon grabbed the glass with a gloved right hand and took down a sip of the hard liquor, feeling the pleasant burn of the hardy alcahol as it slid down his throat, a good feeling for a war-hardened Mando'ad. Taking a seat at the bar, Lyon sat and contemplated his position as aliit'alor and the war as he continued to drink and new faces showed up in the bar.
Once he reached the bar, he nodded to the bartender and ordered a drink. "One Mandallian Narcolethe." He ordered, reaching into his pocket and fishing out a couple of credits, sliding them across the table. The bartender nodded and took the chips and left, appearing in a few moments later with a shot glass of Mandallian Narcolethe, which he sumarily slid to Lyon.
Smiling at the man in acknowledgement, Lyon grabbed the glass with a gloved right hand and took down a sip of the hard liquor, feeling the pleasant burn of the hardy alcahol as it slid down his throat, a good feeling for a war-hardened Mando'ad. Taking a seat at the bar, Lyon sat and contemplated his position as aliit'alor and the war as he continued to drink and new faces showed up in the bar.