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Jedha City, Jedha
Around Mid-day
He pushed through the crowds toward the sight that clearly dominated the sky; The Temple of the Whills. The sight finally came into view and Barad had to admit it was a sight to behold up close. As he got closer he could feel the force radiate from the building. He approached the massive stairs he noticed many of the locals gathered speaking with members of the order. Well some spoke, most where shouting. The ranger appreciated what the order was doing here, going back to their roots as guardians rather than a military force. Though as the Sith grew more and more powerful even Barad had to admit strength of arms would be the only way to fight them back at this point.
About half way up the stairs Barad was stopped by a hand gently grasping his arm. He turned to see an older gentlemen who had clearly spend most of his life doing some kind of hard labor; as his back was bent and his hands rough and rugged. Barad offered him a smile not sure what the old man spoke in a gentle tone.
"Ah hello...I'm Sarban. I own a livestock farm outside the city, about 2 hours away. You see honorable Jedi...some of my herd has gone missing"
The old man began to tremble and Barad could see tears start to form in the poor mans eyes and he continued a bit more hysterical than before.
"If...if it continues I won't be able to feed my family sir!. We're humble folk, please can you help me!"
Barad placed his hands on the man's shoulders and looked to the temple. He doubted it was going anywhere and he could already use a break from the noise that was Jedha City. He didn't see anybody else taking any interest in the old man so far, though that could change at any moment. Barad shrugged figuring the temple could wait.
"Sure old timer I'd be glad to help"
@Vosh Deo