"Step lightly." A low, warning drawl as nostrils flare to take in surrounding scents. He sensed no danger, yet. "Despite their size, Jungle Rancors are quick, and deadly." Of course, they should know that well enough. Xukas had briefed the two others that accompanied him during the journey. They knew of their mission, their intentions on Felucia, and of the ruthless hunting tactics of the foe that they had been brought to face, a pack hunting species of reptilian predator that seemed unusually eager to tear through local farmers, as of late. Ears twitch as the Shistavanen draws in the surrounding sounds of the jungle, and it's clear enough that he's alert and prepared for any attack that may come. "Be polite to the villagers. Represent the Sith well. Do not get devoured by the beasts." He steps off the landing platform and into the cobbled pathway that lead through the towering trees. "The village is about a half mile down the path." And considering that this particular road was commonly used as a means of transporting the local crop onto supply freighters for exportation, Xukas is confident that it will be well maintained, and perhaps even guarded.
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