...That's what he was thinking as he walked through the doors of the Sundari palace, closely flanked by two Mandalorian guards. He wasn't as small as he normally was compared to them. For his trip to the palace he had donned his beskar'gam. It was starting to fit tighter and tighter, ease makes decay and all that. Zeke sighed and rapped his finger against the datapad he was holding in his right hand. Looking around he noticed a few doors with Mando'a script above them. He had been here only a short time ago seeking the Builder's Guild. Now here was here for the big cheese, or someone with his authority at least.
[member="Aryn Spar"]
[member="Aryn Spar"]