The small port wasn't anything to marvel at by most standards in the galaxy. It didn't have any amazing tourist sights, or important government buildings, but there were many average people that worked and lived their lives here. That was honestly just how Jago liked it. He enjoyed seeing how the average citizen lived at each port he came too and so far he liked the feeling here.
The locals were also quite generous as well as he found out. He was busy doing what he typically did to make a few credits to enable his travels. He looked out at the street, upside from his current point of view. He was perched on his right index finger, straight as an arrow and supporting his intire body weight. He was completely still in this position, a light glean of sweat on his skin from the effort, though it was pose he'd been practicing from childhood. He held a serene look, with a slight smirk as he held the pose, letting the force fill his being from the physical exertion. His cloak and armored vest sat in front of him with a few credit chits sitting on top, generous donations for his performance. He had to admit he much preferred performing this way to doing various odd jobs around town, but he did what he could to facilitate his travels around the galaxy.
The Matukai adept how now been in his pose for hours, breathing easily sustained by the light. He did nothing to hide his presence and to anyone who felt out through the force they could easily see his aura. Though it differed from the average aura of a Jedi or Sith. It wouldn't radiate outward and surround him like a halo of light. It would instead appear as flowing lines of energy throughout Jago's being.
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The locals were also quite generous as well as he found out. He was busy doing what he typically did to make a few credits to enable his travels. He looked out at the street, upside from his current point of view. He was perched on his right index finger, straight as an arrow and supporting his intire body weight. He was completely still in this position, a light glean of sweat on his skin from the effort, though it was pose he'd been practicing from childhood. He held a serene look, with a slight smirk as he held the pose, letting the force fill his being from the physical exertion. His cloak and armored vest sat in front of him with a few credit chits sitting on top, generous donations for his performance. He had to admit he much preferred performing this way to doing various odd jobs around town, but he did what he could to facilitate his travels around the galaxy.
The Matukai adept how now been in his pose for hours, breathing easily sustained by the light. He did nothing to hide his presence and to anyone who felt out through the force they could easily see his aura. Though it differed from the average aura of a Jedi or Sith. It wouldn't radiate outward and surround him like a halo of light. It would instead appear as flowing lines of energy throughout Jago's being.
@Charndley