Jericho finally reached the small village in Naboo that he was familar with after being in the deep forest for little over a month for his regular but extremely rigorous saber and force training. He was able to get into the village with the greatest of ease with out causing a commotion, stowing away a huge caravan going into the village. He placed his breathing mask on and blended with the people wrapping his saber in dirty looking wraps to make them look as if they were just farms tools to hide the fact that he was a jedi. Even though he wore battle torn jedi robes, many worn the robes to impersonate jedi before or wore them as trophies after killing a jedi. So really, he wasn't too worried about that part at all, since he was also wearing mandalorian light battle armor underneath. He looked to the sky for a moment then continued his walk into the city, it was crowded as usual.
Thinking about it, takes off his mask letting out a slight yawn, last thing he wanted was to look too suspicious and people with masks tend to look exceptionally suspicious. But for a little while he was conflicted on whether or not to wear his mask due to the fact that he didn't like people seeing his face. In the end he submitting to his awkward need to hide his face and kept the mask on. Another day, another bottle of wine and other varies drinks of the universe. He was by no means a wine connoisseur but with his travels he was able to experience the many tastes of Republic, the wookies, the mandalores and so on. With that stated he went to the usual cantina and headed to the bar, though Jericho's face wasn't known, his look was integrated in the minds of the regulars. His first time here a numerous amount of bandits picks a fight with his now deceased master; Jericho disapproved and ended their immature attempts of bullying. The cantina went still for a moment as he walked to the bar. Taking a seat, he signaled the bartender for a drink sitting quietly and keeping to himself as had always done.
The bartender nodded and passed over a drink and as usual Jericho barely took off his mask to quickly finish his drink. When gently put it down, looked around to check out the rundown bar; it was filled with the regulars; mercenaries, drunkards, bandits whatever the cantina generally attracted. But there was a new face a woman that was seemingly blind; an odd place for a woman of her stature to be at. She didn't seem to be scum like most of the people that were here but he could always be wrong. But something compelled him to keep an eye on her to keep her safe from harm; it was an unnatural thing for him to do. It could be the jedi order's teachings, no it was his master's teachings, now that she passed on he now really took in her lesson. He let out a sigh and then walked over to the woman as though he was being nagged by her ghost.
The man took a seat next to her and didn't say a word for a moment but again he was compelled to say something. Speaking wasn't really his strong suit but for whatever reason he felt like he needed to initiate the talk. He opened his mouth but words didn't come out, what was he suppose to say? He hasn't really initiated a casual conversation before. Jericho closed his mouth a took a moment to think what to say. Then he remembered watching something, some play or soap opera on his holocron. He remember a man speak to a woman in a suave manner. 'Hey beautiful.' the man said leaning to the woman. 'You come here often?' That was all Jericho could remember from the holocron but he wasn't complete sure whether or not that was proper edict for starting a casual conversation.
But still, he tried to attempt to mimic the actor but failed in his attempt to do so. Instead he stood up straight and tried to smile even though it could not be seen under his white breathing mask. He placed his hand the the table as gently as he could and abruptly killed the silence. "Hello." Jericho said his usual stern and low tone. His voice sounded like he was about to start some sort of extortion to the woman and his battle-torn robes and armor didn't help the image he was trying to portray.
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