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Stepping away from his landing pad and into the crowds it felt like all of the GRM and two thirds of the [i]rest[/i] of the galaxy had descended on Mandalore. Much of the crowd [i]was[/i] dressed in traditional Mndalorian fashion; a full set of durasteel or [i]beskar[/i] armour and a blaster or two, along with any innumerable more hidden implements tucked away on their bodies. The rest of the cacophony were either at least armoured as much as Elam was, or in a dizzying variety of cuts and colours from various worlds. The ones that stood out the most in their uniformity were the shoals of young Imperials, some of them almost looked like they were young enough to be one of [i]his![/i]

Moving in groups, the younger ones seemed to be trying to take in everything all at once, while many of the slightly older Imps seemed to already be intoxicated. Weaving his way through the masses he simply let his feet, and the flow, carry him; he had nowhere pressing to be, and anyone he knew planet-side was likely to be caught up in Founding Day stuff for a while. Eventually he [i]did[/i] catch something on the wind as he neared an open plaza dotted with stalls of various types; spices that made his nose twitch and sweet wafting that made his mouth water. [colour=e97451][i]Must be hungrier than I thought…[/i][/colour]

Largely following his nose through the crowds he eventually made his way to the source of the spices, a collection of vendors selling all manner of traditional Mando foods. A couple of the busier stalls had the look of corporate beige with a ‘Mandalorian’ skin painted over it to appeal to the non-Mandos…unsurprisingly the only customers [i]weren’t[/i] locals; he kept moving. A little further back he found what he was looking for, a stall made out of repurposed materials, the air rich with the smell of [i]tiingilar[/i], and several off-duty Deathwatch sitting nearby eating heartily.

Making his way forward, he nodded to the man running the stall. Though like many, he was in full armour and helmeted, he [i]build[/i] suggested he was an older fellow…and that he took his cooking seriously; as the old saying went ‘Never trust a skinny cook.’ “What’ll y’ ‘ave?” The Mando asked with a bit of a chuckle. “We got [i]tiingilar[/i] an’ [i]tiingilar[/i].” Elam laughed and replied in Mando’a.  [colour=e97451]<”Well that’s a tough choice…I’ll have the tiingilar.”>[/colour] The fellow paused for a moment, surprised. [colour=e97451]<”My name is Elam…I’ve been coming and going from Keldabe for a few years now.”>[/colour] He said by way of introduction. 

[colour=e97451]<”Tell me, is TRUE tiingilar, or that ‘safe’ stuff being pawned off to the off-worlders.”>[/colour] <“Cets,”> The fellow replied with a laugh. <“An’ that mass produc’d crap I wouldn’ feed t’ my massifs! This,”> He said, scooping a serving into a bowl. <”Is a Clan Twyr recipe tha’ goes back to the days of the Uniter hisself.”> The smell washed over Elam. After paying he took a mouthful and let out a satisfied sigh even as the sweat began to bead in his hairline. [colour=e97451]<”Cets, this is exactly what I was hoping for.”>[/colour] He said between bites; he was about to ask about finding a drink when a female Mando with the same Clan markings as Cets waved to Elam. <”Y’ be want’n a drink wi’ that?”> She called out from a stall across from the [i]tiigilar[/i] seller. <”My sister, Uvo.”> Cets said. Elam nodded a thanks and turned around. [colour=e97451]<”Just so happens that’s exactly what I was looking for.”>[/colour] He replied with a bright smile before eating another mouthful. [colour=e97451]<”You wouldn’t happen to have any ne'tra gal would you?”>[/colour] Uvo laughed much like her brother as she reached under the simple counter of her stall and brought up a bottle and a cup. <”Oh I like y’ Elam, y’ know th’ real stuff.”> Shea said, laughing once more as she poured. Paying for his drink, he nodded to the Clan Twyr siblings before moving off the sticky sweet of the [i]ne’tra gal[/i] doing what it could to counter the heat of the [i]tiigilar.[/i]

Fed and with a pleasant alcoholic buzz forming he set off once more into the crowds.