[right][b][color=green]Keldabe City // Mandalore // Mandalore Sector[/color][/b][/right]

Rorwoorr walked out of the abandoned building, Ishtil's presence still weighing heavily on his mind. The two of them hadn't seen each other for years. He couldn't believe how much the formerly wide-eyed, cheery Padawan had changed. Into a hardened and cynical man, there was still hope there. Underneath. The old Wookiee just hoped that it would last through the days to come, the war wasn't over. Things were moving, you could feel it in the Force if you just stopped and paid attention to it. The push and pull were less, rhythmic, than usual. Chaos chewed at the edges, nagging at his mind like a great shadow.

He allowed his mind to drift back into the present. Rorwoorr threw a toothy smile at a youth, who tucked behind their mother. They weren't sure whether to be excited or scared, when their mother noticed the interaction she turned to see Rorwoorr, then laughed as she tousled the hair of her child. Who in turn beamed at the Wookiee.

As he moved to the Wealthier more kept-together districts the footpath beneath him became more solid and consistent. The [I]clunk-clunk-clunk[/i] of his stave on the path alerting those before him to his presence in contrast to his muffled furred footfall. Pausing at the corner of the street he had to look twice as in the distance he noticed what looked like an Imperial Admiral walking with two [I]Tuskens[/i]. He knew Mandalore welcomed everyone, but even he was surprised at the presence of Tuskens and their being with a member of the Imperial Admiralty. 

Shaking it off he walked with a singular purpose, to the same place that the Force had guided him to several years ago when he had several broken droids in need of refurbishment. He smiled to himself as he noticed the shop was still open. Walking into the organised chaos that Kaura would find herself totally at home in. Nearly stumbling as he noticed a Tusken sat in the corner working on some form of speeder bike. He walked squarely up to the counter, trying to smile and seem as non-threatening as possible. Probing her aura gently with his mind she seemed more settled than she had been before, but no less broken, or suspicious.

Despite the distinct lack of droid present for translation, he decided [I]not[/i] to stand there awkwardly. [color=green]<Greetings, it is good to see you well. I have come for some parts.>[/color]