By the Old Gods
The Morut, Hoylin
Despite its occupation, remnants of the Neo Crusaders had remained hidden amongst its forests and mountains. The Morut was abuzz with life as usual, hidden deep within the mountains of Hoylin under the nose of the High Republic, but today the air was charged with something else. Visiting Mandalorians from Clan Munin had arrived seeking resources to replenish their stocks.
What should have been a simple exchange of resources and materials had escelated into a worse situation. Mandalorians from all clans had gathered in a large clearing, surrounding a young Fett and a Munin of roughly the same age, the Fett holding a smoking blaster and the Munin clutching their abdomen from where they had been shot. The parents of the Munin had rushed over to their wounded son, whilst the Fett parents had put themselves between her and the angry Munins. The altercation had instantly put the visiting Munins on edge as many of them had their hands on their weapons. The Hoylin Fetts and members from other Mandalorian clans that resided in the Morut saw this gesture and immediately reciprocated, expecting a firefight to break out.
The father of the wounded Munin stood up and got up in the faces of the Fett's parents, red with rage as he shouted, "Is this how you treat your guests and allies in the Crusades? With a bolt to the stomach?" He was aggressively jabbing his finger into the Fett's chestplate, pushing forward to try and put the Fetts on their backfoot. The Fett father calmly spoke, "Your son was trying to cheat more than what he had bargained for. It is not our problem that he was caught trying to steal from us." The comment sent the Munin into a frenzy as he roared back, "STEAL? YOU ACCUSE MY SON OF BEING A THIEF?" Both fathers had their hands on their pistol, ready to fight.
A lone Mandalorian that had arrived with the Munin sat quietly in the background on a small stool, casually eating an apple as the altercation took place, brows piqued with interest. When it became clear that things were going to boil over, he tossed the apple to the side and stood, pushing his way through the crowd. Rohrkell put himself between the men, hands flat against their chestplates as he pushed them away from one another, "Let the Old Gods decide who was right and who was not. A blood duel as the ancestors did shall resolve the matter without everyone killing one another."
The Munin grit his teeth as he looked from Rohrkell to the Fett, "And how will the Old Gods decide when my son is already wounded? He cannot fight as he is." Rohrkell smiled as he cocked his head towards the Munin,
