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Leading his new found compatriot away from their encounter, Elam stuck to side streets and back alleys to avoid the crowds of half-alert tourists that swarmed over Mandalore, and Keldabe City in particular, during Founding Day.

After ten or so minutes, and a couple brief pauses to make sure he had his bearings right, he brought them to one of the innumerable little drinking dens that dotted the side streets; this one in particular was called the ‘Rusty Nut’. Over the door was mounted the battered head of a B1 and as they pushed inside that theme seemed to continue with B1s, or at least parts of them, making up everything from the light fixtures to the legs of the tables and chairs.

There were only a few customers, and judging by the fact that they were all armed and armoured, all locals. He could feel the two of them being scrutinized, but ignored it. Heading up to the bar where an unhelmeted Mandalorian woman was cleaning some glasses, he nodded and placed a sum of credits on the bar. [colour=e97451]”When you’ve got a moment, I’ll take a bottle of decent [i]mando papuur'gal[/i] if you’ve got it, two [i]ne'tra gal[/i] if you don’t…or all three if you’ve got both.”[/colour] 

The bartender laughed as she set down the glass she was cleaning and took the credits. “[i]Ori'jate![/i] One of those days eh?” Reaching below the bar, she brought up a bottle of mandalorian wine and two cups, setting them in front of Elam. “Be over with the [i]ne’tr gal[/i] in a moment.”  [colour=e97451]”Vor entye.”[/colour] He replied, grabbing the bottle and cups before joining Talnel at a table. Pouring two drinks he toasted the other man. [colour=e97451]”Barely planetside and it’s already been one of ‘those’ days...”[/colour]