Yet another Red head.

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Kiara"]

Solan's eyes cut through the fog of this planet, dagobah. Looking for a certain legend he had heard about with a bit of curiosity into who it was that these little traveler tales talked about that he had heard a few days prior. It was a bit of an easy trip to make to the planet, the landing having been the hard part and he would not be surprised how often crashes happened if they did come to check out this myth on their own.

Yet Solan had landed in safety and his walking had brought him closer and closer to the feeling of someone else out in this swamp. He hoped that he had gotten pretty good at discerning which was which when it came to animal and otherwise and this time he was sure of it as his body pushed through the swamp and soon found himself looking on at a mud hut not thirty meters away. "Well. bingo." His body continued forward, who was this hermit he had heard so much about.

 

[Kiara]

[member="Solan Charr"]

Loud chirping, croaking, gobblestoppers wing-knrats, and just about every other type of sound you'd expect in a swamp made themselves emitted - loudly. The sound was a clever disguise for a set of cameras roaming back and forth to view the area around the swamp, and to the record, they found a man walking directly to the dirt hut. Aggressive or not, she couldn't be sure of the man's intentions.

There was only the sound of a generator humming from inside of the hut, but soon a large cloaked figure, who's face was hidden in the shadows of it's hood, walked out of the weak fragile wooden door and started rapidly walking for the deeper swamp.