Taanab
City of Pandath
Evening
City of Pandath
Evening
It was hot. And humid. And of course he had to be wearing robes. He knew exactly what planet he was going to, and he still went with robes because it was the most visibly recognizable sign of the Jedi. If he'd been thinking he would have packed something airy and light, but no, he had to be seen as a mediator, and for that he needed his robes. He was here for acgricultural companies, and could have shown up shirtless and they probably wouldn't have cared. Arcon MultiNode Agricorp and Core Foodstuffs were having a dispute over ancient land rights and had reached out to the Jedi for qan impartial moderator. Maxim had been sent.
After a long day in the conference room, listening to corporate lawyers argue over the exact meaning of ancient marking terms, Maxim had dismissed the representatives for the night and had set up a continuation the next morning. Until then he would let the representatives stew in their own selfd righteous indignation that they were right and how dare their opposite number impugn their intelligence by suggesting they weren't. And Maxim himself set out into the streets to take a walk and clear his head before heading back to his assigned quarters.
But now he was annoyed with himself for not at least stopping by his quarters and leaving his heavy outer robe hung up in his closet. He thought the evening would have brought at least some chill to the air, but he had been wrong. If anything it had gotten hotter. Something cold to drink was on thre menu. A small food stand was up ahead, and from the slight fog rolling out from under the counter it had to have something cold underneath.
Maxim hurried his pace and apprached the stand, his mouth already watering at the thought of something cold and hopefully fruit flavored. He pushed the right side of his robe back, and fingers delved into a small pouch at his belt. They withdrew a few credits. The majority of his credits weren;t in the pouch. They were securely in a pocket that was sewn to the inside of his shirt. But a few always sat in the small belt pouch, if just to deter pickpockets and give them something to focus on.
He held up the credits as he reached the counter along with a single finger. "1 of whatever you have that's coldest, please."
@Tulos