Fort Ypso
Vandor
Vandor
Rezyl shivered as he wrapped his cloak around himself, his breath condensing in the air as he stepped off the freighter he had hired to get him there, this world was far colder than he was used, looking at the village that clung to the cliff face. "I hope he's here, Aurren" he sighed to himself before making his way to The Lodge.
The lodge was different from most other cantinas and saloons had been to, not many places still used wood for building, but for some inexplicable reason it felt like relaxing for rezyl even though he knew this saloon wasn't the safest of places, he approached the bar grabbing the attention of the bartender " I'm looking for a Mandalorian or group of them that frequent here" the bartender didn't say a word simply pointing to a table across the room where the back of an armoured helmet could be made "Thank you"
He approached the table, his palms grew sweaty and his breath grew shorter, this would be the first time he would interact with Mandalorian that wasn't Aurren and the apprehension that he would be rejected begin to grow in his mind. "Ex-excuse me, are you Oruck Skirata?"
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