Talia walked the streets of a small village. Roon was very fascinating. It had technology, and yet, it still clung to primitive ways. She side-stepped a farmer using a bantha to pull a cart full of crops. A BANTHA! She smiled when she saw it. The fuzzy creature always amused her. The markets were filled with all sorts of odds and ends. Indigenous foods were being sold in one cart, and in the next, there were wooden objects and assortments of small metal trinkets. Talia rummaged curiously through each cart. She discovered a stand that was providing body art. Tattoos? This place was amazing!
[member="Uther Weiss"]
[member="Uther Weiss"]