[center][h1][color=hotpink]Adaahna Vanil[/color] & [color=olive]Mor'gann Arnhar[/color][/h1][/center]


[center][h2]Location: Mandalore, Keldabe city, Leaving Cantina [/h2][/center]

Mor’gaan herded the strange, brawling woman down the street. Her brows furrowed by the worry of what had transpired in the canteen shortly before. The young woman had been hoping that her introduction into the wider existence beyond Dxun would have been quiet. Peaceful. Essentially anything saving what had happened. The blessing of it all had been that she hadn’t had to pay for their food or drink. [color=Olive]”You does fight good.”[/color] She noted to Adaahna, in truth she thought the woman was a bit sloppy, but the strange woman had been drinking. Something Mor’gann herself generally stayed away from. There were other things that were more productive she could do. Drinking to dull pain or enjoy herself? It was a senseless and foolish notion. [color=Olive]”No more. Trouble ‘n more no need.”[/color] She admonished slightly, though she kept guiding the Togruta. Adaahna understood these people better than her, and Mor’gann was unwilling to lose that advantage until she herself had gained it.

As her new companion kept her moving, Adaahna simply nursed the cuts on her face, [color=hotpink]“fighting for fun, doesn’t really matter who wins.. As long as nobody starts trouble I won't make any noise.”[/color] She ended with a nod to show her agreement, just incase Mor’gann hadn’t understood. Perhaps she’d been too quick to fight with the stranger, but he’d insulted her new friend, and stole drink. [color=hotpink]“Now perhaps, we should find a way to leave, maybe earn some credits.''[/color] While she spoke aloud, she was unsure if her companion would have any input, seemingly so new to the world outside her home, Adaahnas’ eyes scanning around for any signs of peacekeepers as she hurried along. [color=hotpink]“The metal.. Thing, you have, what is that?, feels like i’ve seen one before.”[/color]

These people and their alien language! Could they not at least try speaking a dialect that was common? Mor’gann pinched the bridge of her nose at her own ignorance and the perceived ignorance of her companion. Letting out a breath, the young shaman looked at the metal cylinder at her waist that Adaahna seemed to be referring to. Tapping it carefully with a finger in question. [color=Olive][u]”This? Relic.”[/u][/color] She answered in her native tongue, not eager to pursue conversation. 

Snorting in amusement at what to her was undecipherable language, Adaahna turned to face her companion fully, bringing the motion to a halt. [color=hotpink] “i can take a hint, you don’t wish to speak. But without a plan of action we may be stuck here. May be valuable to trade with a pilot..” [/color] Adaahnas’ face slightly contorted with frustration, primarily at herself for getting them into trouble in the first place, slightly at the stinging cut still irritating her brow whenever her face moved. Clutching her spear a little tighter the Togruta shook her head before letting out a sigh and bowing slightly in apology before half turning to continue walking alongside Mor’gann.

[color=Olive]”Credits…”[/color] Mor’gann asked suddenly her brow creasing as the woman bowed to her. An action that she found familiar if disconcerting that it was aimed towards her. [color=Olive]”What they?”[/color]

What are credits?.. Even Adaahnas’ home tribe used credits, wherever this woman was from must be really REALLY backwater.. [color=hotpink]”ah, uhh… Credits.. You can exchange them for goods and services. Trade meats or grains for them, then when you need other things, you do not need to wait for meats and grains to be in season again.”[/color] She was somewhat frowning to herself as she tried to reason it out in her head, she wasn’t exactly smart when it came to how the whole thing worked, she mostly just knew that you could trade it for things, and it didn’t go off.