Ξεχασμένος
Lothal
It had been a while since he had been to the planet, much less on such terms. A picnic? Since when did he do that? Now, apparently.
Moving through the shin-high grass, he looked for a decent spot to set up, finally finding one on a hill that over looked a much flatter area. There was a decent breeze, not strong enough to sent the blanket or basket and it's contents flying, but a soft, gentle one.
Spreading out the sheet, distributing a few rocks to each of the four corners, he had everything all set up. Now, he waited.
[member="Joza Perl"]