“The kriff you mean I need a ‘guide’?” Cav growled, half considering just shooting the man in the face.
“I’m sorry sir, this is a delicate archaeological site and no one is permitted to just wander in,” The old man was unfazed. Cav was grinding his teeth together beneath the helmet.
It was bad enough that he was out here under the glaring sun on Jakku, but now he needed a damn babysitter. He was here chasing after rumors of an artifact tied to the old Sith. Word had it that it was a dagger of some sort that would be of great value to the Crimson Dawn. He had originally thought to come at night, but the place was going to be closed off with a billion archaeological students setting up camp.
Cav was standing at the site of some old ruins that sat at the bottom of a canyon. He stood at the edge of the canyon, glancing down at the descent that led to whatever had been excavated so far. A ‘guide’ would certainly complicate things, but he trusted he could perhaps sneak out what he needed.
“Fine,” He said finally to the old man, “Get me the kriffing guide.”