Location: Concord Dawn
A gust of cool wind blew into Dax's face as the cargo bay doors eased open, the sterile air suddenly rushing out to be replaced with the dusty wind that lay awaiting outside. As Dax stood in the exit of the spaceort, Dax stepped onto hard packed earth, and looked up into the night sky, a myriad of stars lighting the night sky. The city had gone to sleep for the night, save for a few cantinas and bars.
Venturing deeper into the city he made his way to one such cantina and took a seat at the bar. He was careful to keep his saber hidden from sight. Concord Dawn's culture was tightly wound with that of the Mandalorians. Jedi and Sith alike were not welcome on the planet. But here, no one knew Dax was a Rogue Jedi. Here, he was just another thirsty patron.
The young man signaled the bartender. "What can I getcha?"
"Got any whiskey? Or scotch?"
"No, but we got Tihaar."
"Sound's good to me." The bartender grabbed a relatively clean glass and poured the clear liquid into the glass and slid it Dax's way. The young man lifted the glass, "Cheers." The stong drink made him grimace slightly, coughing as it burned his throat. "Better than whiskey."