Prince Aros
The Scarred Prince
Iridonia, Republic Space
A Small Town in the Middle of Nowhere
What the hell were these things. Zabraks, the nearby traders called them. Some sort of painted human with spikes on their head. They were odd and rather arrogant, yet Aros accepted their town as a resting point. He had wanted to get away from Ankus for so long, yet he didn't want to venture too far away yet. His only knowledge of this galaxy was from stories the masters told him, and he even doubted they were true. A seat outside of a small bar took his fancy, and he sat facing the majority of the town. The King could have sent assassins after him, he had to be careful... All seemed fine, and he was about to turn towards his table until he noticed some sort creature that looked more monstrous than the Zabraks. "You there, what are you?" He asked, almost as if it were a command.[member="Harrip"]