[center][color=808008][h1]Mor'gann Arnhar[/h1]
[h3]Location: Mandalore, Keldabe city[/h3][/color][/center]

Mor'gann scoffed slightly, the scarred corner of her mouth making her appear to be sneering in disdain. As if meat was something to run out of. Where was there not fish and beasts to feast upon if one could but hunt it? The thought was astounding to the young woman. Though sustainable food gained from forage or growing was a far more tedious task, those things were thus merely additions rather than their main source. In truth, Mor'gann was torn between leaving this strange woman and her hazardous ways to the market and making her own way and continuing to wander about until she had a better grasp of things. While the wiser course would be to learn from the woman's mistakes, Mor'gann was, in her own way, trying to avoid trouble. She had escaped Dxun and saw no reason to raise the ire of the locales more than they had.

Which was another matter within itself! The locals here seemed to not be from here at all. The patchwork of people within the market had been of such a variety that it had thrown Mor'gann off balance. The wandering she had done before finding the odd 'man' to whom she sold her hides had done little as not only did they look strange not one of them spoke the language of Dxun- which did make sense, even as it aggravated and soothed Mor'gann at the same time. Their tools were odd and their metal ships and little metal ship-like constructs that rolled about with beeps and boops were astounding. Though their cooking was by far questionable to her eyes, Mor'gann was slightly of the opinion that could very well have done with the crazed woman's interference than any fault of the food. 

Dusting off a shoulder of her maalraas hide tunic, the younger woman gave a world-weary sigh. [color=Olive]"Trade to'ken."[/color] Though it did not seem exactly that. A trade token was essentially an 'I Owe You'. These did not seem to be the sign of a favor that would be required to be returned, but rather a permanent thing so long as she did not wish to exchange them for something. For so large a group, she could well imagine this was far simpler than a token and needing to hunt a certain person down to redeem it. Let alone what those tokens were generally reserved for! Clicking her tongue absently, Mor'gann nodded with a certain decisiveness. [color=Olive]"Ship, more credis."[/color] The dark-haired woman agreed. [color=Olive]"No..."[/color] She gestured the way they had come and made and gesture between their former foe and themselves, searching for the word in the common tongue to this place. [color=Olive]"No near 'im. Ship far here."[/color] She gestured sharply further down the market as if it made perfect sense to look for a captain away from the man who had accosted the both of them.