[h1][color=EDC9AF]Urh'otrr'kur[/color][/h1][sub][hr][color=EDC9AF]Location:[/color] Keldabe Refugee District, Keldabe, Mandalore
[color=EDC9AF]Mentions:[/color] [@pandapolio] [@Quest Abandoner] [@Paingodsson][/sub]

They hadn’t found a quieter road.

He huffed out at the thought, though was somewhat content in what exactly they [i]had[/i] found. It was a strange type of food, little bricks that smelled slightly funny yet was, in the chieftain’s mind, really quite delicious. He couldn’t tell what it reminded him of, and had gotten more than a few looks by those about him when he had first tried it some year before, but it seems as though Roh’okr agreed on one level or another.

[color=EDC9AF]<We need to buy more of this before we leave.>[/color] He hummed in his approval, a thin knife cutting off another chunk of gihaal before popping it through his mask. More strange looks from those around them. Urh’otrr’kur had heard it was an acquired taste. It did seem to have a good effect, though. Boisterous as they might be, the Imperials seemed to give a wide road…as did the others. Mandalorians, at least, had enough courtesy to not walk over others, and the Corellians smelled the gihaal far before they saw the pair. He snorted and brayed a chuckle.

[color=EDC9AF]<It keeps well in heat, I'm told. No substitute for Hubba gourds, though.>[/color]

[color=EDC9AF]<You can’t compare their food to home. If we did it'd all come short.>[/color]

The chieftain hummed his agreement before something in the distance caught his eye. One of the younger outlanders, one of the ones who wore a uniform with a head held high, running off with their back turned. A blaster shot rang out in that distance, much of it lost among the noise of the crowds. Roh'okr started at the noise, hands frozen in the motion of cutting off another chunk as he thought whether to extract his gaderffii from his belt.

[color=EDC9AF]<Should we find another road?>[/color]

Urh’otrr’kur slowed his stride as he thought over the question, head slowly turning to see if there were any reactions from the crowd. The most jittery, young bucks and children, seemed to be the only ones who left the road quickly. Most others just continued on their way. Those closest to the shot's sound seemed to be not at all worried about it, aside from a brief scream that coupled with no running. Curious and odd.

[color=EDC9AF]<If we keep trying to find another road we'll get nowhere. If shooting starts just use one of the Mandalorians as a shield. They're big enough. Come on.>[/color]

A snort of annoyance was his answer. They kept on, moving through the crowd, slowly coming upon…three individuals, all human. One was older, another held a large book in her hands, and a third was young, eaten up by a vast overcoat. The smell of burnt electronics was in the air, the door to a cantina closed. Stranger still. Urh’otrr’kur took a few steps to get away from the foot traffic, out from amid all of them, his guard following close behind. Urh’otrr’kur looked the door over from a distance, nodding sagely before opining.

[color=EDC9AF]<I've seen this before. Smugglers would do it, to seal doors when they couldn't fight.>[/color]

[color=EDC9AF]<What sort of raid here would warrant that? These people?>[/color]

[color=EDC9AF]<Too relaxed. There should be more than one exit that they'd be running to. Standing here…no, no.>[/color]

[color=EDC9AF]<What, then?>[/color]

[color=EDC9AF]<Not enough shooting to be a raid. Accidental, maybe?>[/color]

[color=EDC9AF]<Not enough cursing. They love doing that.>[/color]

He snorted, shaking his head at Roh'okr before starting to produce his translator from a robe pocket. Taking it in his palm, a little gray sphere, a few button presses to the side gave life to the device. Holding it up to just before his chest, the chieftain cleared his throat. It would serve his needs, albeit with a most mechanical tone.

[color=EDC9AF]<What happened here?>[/color]