The Air of the Cantinaa was filled with smoke and the smell of liquor. I was a few levels higher than 1313, to meet with another Mandalorian who bad pinged me with a message saying he wanted into the fight for the independence of Mandalore. His name was familiar though We had met only Briefly.
"Ja'yr Ordo"
I said the man in the dark Green Mandalorian Beskar'gam. He sat chewing a big wad of Tobac and took shots of white liquor in between spits. His brown hair was a tight crew cut while his eyes seemed to scan the Scene for any approaching danger, though the Large Blaster on his hip and Bowie knife on his chest told me straight away it wasn't because eye was afraid of anyone. I tapped his shoulder. I thought I might have startled him though his body language took more relaxed posture as his right hand disappeared to his side where his Blaster was and his face turned my way.
"What the fuck do y-"
He said, Pausing as he saw my Helmet. The symbol Of Clan Rytt clearly. I removed my helmet to greet him with a more proper smile.