[center][h1][color=seagreen]Talen-Jei[/color][/h1][/center]
Talen-Jei let the Mandalorian's question hang in the air for longer than a moment. Though his reptilian features made reading his expression all but impossible, the Hunter emanated an air of contemplation. 

"New here. Arrived few hours ago." He eventually replied, finishing his sentence with a near-animalistic snort, a verbal tic many Basic-speaking Trandoshans appeared to suffer from. "Not my final destination. A stop along the way. The Hunt lies before me." Pausing to shovel more food into his maw, Talen-Jei felt his blood freeze in his veins as an Imperial patrol seemed to take special interest in the group, the twitching muscles and tightening grip betraying one of the soldier's brief, fleeting intentions to raise his blaster. Perhaps fearing a scene - or wanting to cause one. Talen-Jei felt a growl unconsciously leave his throat, but otherwise did not react. The Empire had known his face on Kashyyk, first as a rebel, then as a slaver. The idea that one of the troopers here could be the same on Kashyyk was nearly-impossible, but that did little to assuage Talen-Jei's paranoia, the instinctive desire to stay alive. 

Turning back to present company, the Lizard at first let silence fall upon the trio, saying nothing. The Old Priest rebuked the Mandalorian with the sternness of a grandfather, while the girl conceded to him, however begrudgingly. "What brings Little Mandalorian to Holy City?" Talen-Jei finally broke his own pact of silence, eyeing the girl inquisitively. His continuing association with strangers surprised even himself, but to travel the galaxy as a loner was dangerous. The Priest had shown him kindness, and the girl was with him. He would repay their kindness with civility and honesty. It was all the currency he seemed to have left.