Ξεχασμένος
Carlac
Standing aboard the Heaven's Bane, his crew mates milled about the bridge in mild excitement. They didn't always go out on expeditions, but when they did it was usually important. Hunting a rather large, force-sensitive creature really wasn't on his 'important' list, but he was bored, and not being bored was important to him.
Being black and gold, his ship stood in stark contrast with his surroundings, as did he. For a short bit anyhow, as his normally black fatigues changed to a more pale grey and white pattern to conceal him. With a hiss, the docking ram shut behind him, the excess snow billowing around his white cloak.
"Hm." Sticking his hand out he let the fluffy snow gather in his palm before letting it fall. "chilly." Walking towards a plume of smoke on the horizon, the whistling of the wind and the crunch of snow underfoot would accompany his thoughts on the light journey. He knew that previously, there were a few galactic gangsters on the snowy planet, but he was decently surprised to see a well rounded mix of species walking about the small village.
Striding into the dimly lit but clean establishment he could only assume was the cantina, he sat in a vacant corner close to the bar, listening to the local conversation.
[member="Kaiya Halycon"]