*On any given day, Jorax Cyneus would not have chosen to come to Felucia, although the memories created on this planet were memorable. Jorax despised the hot and humid planet and it made him somewhat uncomfortable in this setting.
Feeling the soil beneath his boots, Jorax kept moving forward under the shade of the fungus-like trees. Beads of sweat trickled down from his forehead to his brow, where they lingered for a moment longer before dropping to the ground. Licking his lips, he reached into his tunic with his left hand to reveal a small flask which contained some Tarisian Ale. The alcohol would thin his blood a bit and keep his throat from being parched as well.
Drinking sparingly, Jorax had not sensed any Acklay or creatures around him which would cause him harm. That was good, for he had such encounters during tournament matches like these before, such as a group of mad apes coming through. After the quick drinking break, Jorax started to pick up the pace again until he reached his destination; a small open area with surrounding fungi-trees.
Replacing his flask and folding his arms, Jorax stood with good posture in the shade, waiting for his opponent to arrive.*
Feeling the soil beneath his boots, Jorax kept moving forward under the shade of the fungus-like trees. Beads of sweat trickled down from his forehead to his brow, where they lingered for a moment longer before dropping to the ground. Licking his lips, he reached into his tunic with his left hand to reveal a small flask which contained some Tarisian Ale. The alcohol would thin his blood a bit and keep his throat from being parched as well.
Drinking sparingly, Jorax had not sensed any Acklay or creatures around him which would cause him harm. That was good, for he had such encounters during tournament matches like these before, such as a group of mad apes coming through. After the quick drinking break, Jorax started to pick up the pace again until he reached his destination; a small open area with surrounding fungi-trees.
Replacing his flask and folding his arms, Jorax stood with good posture in the shade, waiting for his opponent to arrive.*
