A thick fog rolled in from the mountains in the north, bringing with it a cool chill that seemed to cling to the air, as a soft rain fell from within the shrouded depths of the mist. The morning was quiet, with little traffic coming down the cobbled mountain road, it would most likely remain that way for some time. This planet was nothing significant, it was one of the many random small planets and moons forgotten near the edges of Unknown space.
It was planets like this that needed the most help, and it was where Oren had traveled to, to live out his days. What had happened between the Jedi and the Sith, their wars -- none of it seemed to reach these remote locations. Their war was their own, his ties to that life had died long ago. His hair was grown out a bit, and a thick beard lined his jaw.
He had only been on this planet for a few weeks, assessing the situation. Even in the smallest of places there was trouble and help to be had. The village's water system had been destroyed in a heavy rainstorm weeks prior, leaving the people with a shortage of water. It needed repaired, but the trip was difficult enough, and dangerous. Who knew what dangers lurked along the path that lead to the only known trading center on this planet, but someone had to do it.
Oren sat quietly along a small rock side which sat outside of the city, washing his face with a bit of water. These were the last moments before the Journey began.