Prazutis
Prudii Kyr'am Alor/Mandalorian Elder
A'den sits inside the newly finished cantina sipping on some Mando'ale relaxing. He just finished putting out a broadcast to all Mandalorians offering them credits for odd jobs. Now that Kyr'am Munitions is a go and weapons will be getting produced by the dozens. A'den thinks to himself he should get a band to live within the compound to constantly play music, or maybe some Twi'lek dancers. A'den smiled to the thought of twi'lek dancers. A'den would take another sip of his Mando'ale then wave to the bartender for another. His thoughts then soon dwelled back to his last major fight and how he had a weapons factory collapse on him, lucky to be alive and he knows it. But he had to clear his thoughts on this, he had far more important things to dwell on this and he knew it.
(Open to any mandalorians)
(Open to any mandalorians)