Wodan stood near a bend in the glacial river, his eyes staring up into the mountain range beyond. A thick coat surrounded the Firrerrian, it kept the worst of the cold out, but his limbs still felt the bite of the Arkannian winter. A heavy bag resting against his leg, had all the supplies he could bring. Arkannia being deep within Republic Space, a place that banned Force Users like Wodan, meant the Acolyte had limited access to supplies. Not to mention he had to get on a dirty public transport ship, just to get onto the planet.
He had spent a good amount of time cleaning himself after he arrived on the planet in a private bath house on the outskirts of town. The smell of the cherry blossom soap still filled his nostrils as a gust of wind followed down the valley. “Why is everyone always late?”
@Mr. Teatime