Solan Charr
The Reborn King of Kesh
Hoth
Solan had not been on the planet in quite some time, his memories of those days dull and he couldn't help but wonder what things he had forgotten since then. Was there entire people he no longer could remember? The thought of that made him worried and brought him pause, made him think about possibly losing the memory of some of those he was closest to. He knew he needed to be more careful because if he wasn't it could mean the next time he was taken down he would either be gone for good or have to lose more of his past. Those thoughts interrupted as he looked up and found snow falling once again.
He knew well that he needed to get this handled quickly, not wanting to stumble on some Sith or Jedi who might perceive him as a trespasser. He knew well Hoth might be a neutral world right now but the world sat between the Sith and the Galactic Alliance, knew that the two forces would not be welcome to someone not of their order.
Really he found it quite vexing.
But he put that thought out of his mind for now, instead focusing on the path he had marked out. Long ago he had helped an old friend track down a vein of crystals, one that would allow for the creation of a lightsaber from the crystals. He wondered if they remained undisturbed and if so if he might be able to find one that fits with him. The bond of a crystal to the wielder was important, and while he could continue using of the sabers his children had, there was need for one of his own.
His mind remained distracted though, not noticing as he walked that someone would be nearby.