Callous Dark
It was false what they say about Mos Eisley. That it was the worst wretched hive of scum and villainy there ever was in the Galaxy; there were other parts in the Galaxy that were equally as or worse than that infamous city misplaced in the sand.
The Stygian Cadera.
The Underworld of Coruscant.
Or the barbaric worlds of the Unknown Regions.
Many locales made Mos Eisley look tamed and orderly, at least there was some law or sense of morality in that depraved pit. At least that pit received its daily sunshine from the twin suns compared to the planet he was on mostly known for its obscure, dark skies. Only illuminating objects pierced the darkness and within it was not for the faint of heart. Rampaging violence with no end to it, one would ask how anyone could inhabit and live with the violence. Who knew why, but surely it was a place to attract certain individuals strong with the Dark Side.
Scum blending with other scum lesser than them. Fitting for those who practiced the darker aspects of the Force. Power they sought, though they always scavenged for it like rats.
The Nautolan was here for Jedi business, many seers feeling a dark power here on Stobar. He could sense the malice from the planet, but he would he have to be precise to uncover any dark siders. Rhis was alone, but had no fear of his surroundings. He’d face worse than foul criminals wanting to spread their misdeeds. Some with a brain would know who he was as he wore robes as traditionalist Jedi would, never agreeing with the loose attire the New Jedi adopted.
Walking to see if he could bait someone into coming out and assault him, thinking as that would be good way to make progress on this mission.