Orias stared at him. It was a stare that informed him that they both knew that that wasn't his name, but he understood not wanting to give his true name to a stranger. "Alright. Come, town is about an hours walk... Stick close to me if you don't want to get noticed." he said. As they walked towards Mos Eisley, he kept glancing over at the man. "So, tell me, do you belong to a group? Or are you independent?" he asked. They finally reached the space-port and began walking along the streets. As they walked, he would notice that nobody was looking at him, even though he was rather conspicuously dressed. "An old technique." he said. "The weak minded see us, but they aren't registering us." he said, he stuck his hand out and waved his hand in front of a pathing Ithorians face. The Ithorian didn't seem to react to it.

"Ever wonder how most Jedi walk around inconspicuously, even though they wear distinctive dress?" he asked. "My Master taught me this... He was a Jedi, once..." he then walked them towards a canteena and sat down at a table with him. Soon, the food arrived, a meal that was simple to most, but most likely resembling a feast fit for a king to a man that hadn't seen food for over a month.