"Yez I ztill breathe the air I do not dezerve..." the young Barabel moaned as he opened his sharp reptilian eyes. The poor creature was very used to this by now, with the whole drunken and broken hearted young man pity party that his Nobel life had become. He once again had no clue where he was, he knew it was Naboo, he knew it was the forest, he knew he didn't give a damn. He had been aboard a medium sized land cruising craft with a bunch of misfits and thieves... again. "Well better check the damage this time" he grumbled as he opened the medium-sized backpack he always carried, much to his surprise everything seemed to be in order by the looks of it. Now his duffle bag was a different story, pretty much the only things left in it were his clothes, (most humanoids with the intelligence to steal for profit did not have the need for clothes that had huge cutouts in the back to make room for a large tail such as his) his rain gear, his tent, and as usual the lightsabre he kept in a hidden compartment near the frame of the bag. 
     
     As he trudged through the thick foliage he came across a waterfall, along with the beautiful sight of the waterfall he rolled his fearsome eyes in annoyance," Forze uzerz are here, I guess I had better hunker down and make camp... and prepare for a fight if I am to be bothered with." He set up his tent, made a fire, gathered a few small mammals to eat, and prepared for whatever is to come. He also practiced his Telekinesis by moving three small stones as close together as he could around each other in a braiding motion. If he was gonna have to fight he was most certainly going to need his tricks he had learned at the temple.