Whether in the shimmering heat of day or breezy cool of night, Dalair lately had found himself working to bring the Citadel's forges up to his specifications. Neglect had been clear all over the building and the armorer's workshop was no exception. Floors were swept of sand and metal shavings, machines were maintained, polished, and oiled, and new supplies. It was good and honest work, not to mention important for keeping Solus equipment in good shape.
That said, it wasn't the only work he was doing. With the crusade begun in earnest, as well as events during and surrounding the first invasion, Dalair had other ideas beyond just updating an ancient forge. Their new Mand'alor seemed to agree with that sentiment, which was why the Ca'tra Guroa was parked outside Keldabe. He couldn't help thinking about just how many times the city had been bombed, in total.
Many. It was many times. Of course, Mandalorians being who they were, just kept rebuilding it in some new form. These days it was very much an industrial area more than the great capital it used to be, but that was fine. And why they were coming here in the first place. From a bit of shade beneath his ship Dal sipped some water through a straw and hurried up waiting. It was somewhat uncomfortable to have nothing to actually... Do, while he waited.
His foot tapped in place.
@Fine Dining Set