Death Disabled, anyone is welcome to join.
He sat in the corner of cantina, his helmeted head resting against the back of the wall, his eyes closed as he went through an episode of his chills. His hunger killed him, and he had the desire to remove his helmet and to begin devouring a whole mountain of food if he could. Instead his stomach grumbled as his body ached. "You're one of those warrior people?"
Rynn would peer up towards the large portly man who was peering down with a snicker, "I expected better." The man would sneer.
The young Mandalorian would cough, his hands holding his stomach as he spoke, "Sorry to hear about that.." He would turn his helmeted head away from the man. Tonight was just another one of those terrible nights it seemed.