Noah Corek
Cocked, Locked and a Smoking Barrel
Mandalore
Keldabe
Oyu'baat Tapcaf
2nd Floor Private Booth
Keldabe
Oyu'baat Tapcaf
2nd Floor Private Booth
Noah sat in a private booth on the second floor of the famed Oyu'baat Tapcaf in the capital city of Mandalore, a mug of sweet ne'tra gal cradled in one hand as he watched a pair of young Mandalorian warriors nearby playing a game of cu'bikad a few tables down.
It had been quite a few years since Noah had been to the planet, over a decade now, the last time he was there was not a good time in the planets history and he preferred to remember the good times he had on the world and the seeming rebuilding it was going through now, one of the many times it had gone through such a process during his lifetime.
Bringing the mug to his lips he took a large swig and savored the sweet taste as it passed his lips. While the man loved the black ale that his own clan brewed at the clan hold on Saleucami there was nothing better than a mug brewed on the homeworld, in the most famous tapcaf on the world.
Of course the man wasn't just here to drink and watch younger warriors make fools of themselves. He had spread the word, covertly, that Noah Corek, former general under Mand'alor the Infernal and next in line to lead House Corek, was going to be at a private booth. He silently wondered just what kind of bite that his bait would get.