The bustling city of Iziz was always a fun place to be around, the sights, smells and tastes of the Outer Rim all rolled into one neat little package. From the stalls and cafes one could experience food from across the Galaxy, it was amazing and a place that Yvain was upset he could not visit more frequently. Food was a passion of the Jedi Master one he wished to enjoy more but alas his responsibilities to the Jedi and the Galaxy came first.
The little green Jedi had made his way through the Market and into the small drinking establishment, The Bantha's End. A light stone coloured building with an eloquently designed image of the backside of a Bantha hanging above the door way which made the Jedi chuckle as he passed through the doorway. He had arranged a table with the owner a day before and the scruffy looking Ithorian pointed towards the set back booth in the corner when he noticed the tiny Jedi.
Pulling himself up onto the seat he shuffled himself round to one side giving ample room for his two compatriots who were yet to arrive, one was a fellow Jedi, one had once met upon Taris, the later a Mandalorian who he had not personally met but knew of through his connection to Jedi Councillor Voran and the fact he too had served in the defence of the city planet. They were all here to discuss the early forms of co-operation between the two sides, though their collective history had been difficult in the past, they both now faced a very real and dangerous threat coming from the Outer Rim. Perhaps with a collective enemy to focus on the two sides could reach an understanding.
@The Storyteller @Rhogar
