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(And they're quickly eaten by the hostile wilderness that inhabits Manadalore ;P)

After Mandalore the Rebuilder finishes surveying the area outside the bar (one can never be too cautious in these tumultuous times), he enters, looking about the area just in time to hear a rather loud "We're not asking for help!" from a Twi'lek woman in crusader armour sitting at a table and talking to another. While he finds it rather odd to be yelling such things in a public place, he ignores it and the respectful salutes of those he passes, moving to the bar itself and ordering himself a large glass of Corellian Rum as he sits upon one of the stools.

He is, in truth, a bit bored. He hadn't found a warrior worthy of sparring him in some time, and his swoop racing years were far behind him. Even with all the planning required for the conflict with the Republic and the minor factions surrounding Mandalorian space, today was a slow day. He almost wished someone would engage him or challenge his authority so he could have something to do.