Arwen Hadd
Character
The man walked into the cantina, shaking dirt off himself and grumbling, “Like hell that was a pest, no ‘pest’ is that big, full blown animals if you ask me.” He sat down at the bar, sorting through the pitiful amount of credits.
The only thing that really told him apart from some of the regular patrons was his gear, armed with two blaster rifles and a pistol, a protective vest, and some various other gear like binoculars, rations, and survival equipment attached to the vest and a small backpack.
Taking off his hat and face mask, and trying to scrape off as much of the dirt as possible, he quickly paid for a cheap drink, and, having finished counting his credits, put them into his pack, as he glanced around.
The only thing that really told him apart from some of the regular patrons was his gear, armed with two blaster rifles and a pistol, a protective vest, and some various other gear like binoculars, rations, and survival equipment attached to the vest and a small backpack.
Taking off his hat and face mask, and trying to scrape off as much of the dirt as possible, he quickly paid for a cheap drink, and, having finished counting his credits, put them into his pack, as he glanced around.