Liin Terallo
Sheltered in exile

Yet I do not know how to cook. Or even to know which food to buy, which can make living on one's own very difficult. Makeb is far different from my homeworld. Here it is much more open. There are jungles here; but they are nothing like the jungles that I once knew. Here the flora is not deadly.
Although the skies are. The electrical currents in the upper atmosphere can pose a bit of a problem. Yet I view it as a bit of protection too, from others that could otherwise be hostile. And the lighter gravity will surely take a bit of getting used to! Although it does make some of my long garments flow slowly as if they were submerged in water, which I find to be very beautiful. It is a silver lining, I suppose. Everything of beauty here is.
I walk into town, which is a bit of a walk from where I am setting up my residence, but I have chosen that location for my own safety. I wear a simple gown beneath a heavy, hooded robe. It probably makes me look like some kind of a Force Wizard, but I am nowhere near one of those. Yet they seem to be everywhere and more common in the Galaxy than anyone who is not a Force Wizard. More than likely any Force Wizard would be able to sense that I am not one of them, which is probably a good thing. I do not have one of those laser swords to defend myself against them with.
Not so long ago, Makeb resided in the territory of the Mandalorians; but no longer. Now it is in perfect and beautiful neutral space, belonging to no one but to themselves. I do not have an issue with Mandalorians, due to my father having hired them to watch over me and my homeworld for many years. So it is very fitting that I chose one of their former worlds for my new residence.
Yet despite that small feeling of safety; I still carry a dagger on my person. It is roughly the only weapon that I know how to use. However, I have only had one lesson with it, which is not very much in the grand scheme of things. But still, it is far better than having no weapon at all.
Hunger and thirst is what drives me into town today. One of the restaurants has some great reviews; and thankfully it also has a bar. I could use a good, stiff drink. Yet besides that I also came here to keep an eye out for anyone to hire for my expedition. People watching is a great skill to have and I have honed that skill well in my former life.
I walk beneath the canopy at the restaurant's entrance and already the smells of the various meals cause my stomache to grumble. I find myself a small empty table and take a seat, lowering the hood of my robe so that I could hear the conversations around me better. The sooner that I can find someone and hire them, the better. I bring up the menu as well and look it through, picking out what I should order for my first meal of the day.
I am not expecting there to be trouble. But in this Galaxy's current climate; trouble tends to lurk around every corner.