The Hound of Keldabe
OOC: Just the designated ambassadors for the two factions please. Keep this simple.
The old man would watch the aruetiise enter the Oyu'baat and step down the shallow staired entrance and into the main hall of the cantina. Strider was the mandalorian they would looking for along with Anija Ordo. The two Field Marshals had nested themselves in one of he private booths along the walls, with clear view of the entrance, that had sliding wooden privacy walls. Was not his favorite perch with in this establishment. The beverage side of the two long curved counters that made up the center piece of the Oyu'baat was his regular patronic seat. He only took up a private booth when there was business of state at hand or private dealings that needed to be done.
Today was a matter of state and Strider and Anija had the most aptitude for diplomacy over most of their closest Vode. Or the ones with the most patience, probably something that came with his old age and her intelligence.
He wasn't going to get up and march over there to greet them. This place was not a place of formalities, just a comfortable atmosphere to get business done with and straight to the point. Once he caught their attention, the mando would take a long sip of his spiced caffa and then a long puff on his cigar to put himself at ease. He had been under a lot of stress of late, orchestrating a masterful campaign against the One Sith and this upstart faction known as the Primevil. But, war was war, the galaxy still moved on and did not stop to let its children finish their squabbles. So the old mando had to wear many hats (Like most mandos) and streamline the arts of war with the day to day of life. All of it was like moving peices on a Dejarik board and playing against the unknown in the dark. Just never know what will come next..........
He looked too Anija, a new Field Marshal. A female warrior deserving the rank who was well suited to being here. Fresh blood, fresh senses are an asset for such important work. The old man has sat in the High ranks for a very long time and honestly believed that it would be refreshing to have the younger pups to start leading. Not that he would retire....... but never know. He didn't say anything to her, his eyes would do most of the talking. The old man just wanted to get this formality over with, make their honorable oath and get on with bleeding their enemies together.
Sat there, patiently for the republic designates to approach the table. Those that know mandalorians know this was as good as it gets for fancy work.
The old man would watch the aruetiise enter the Oyu'baat and step down the shallow staired entrance and into the main hall of the cantina. Strider was the mandalorian they would looking for along with Anija Ordo. The two Field Marshals had nested themselves in one of he private booths along the walls, with clear view of the entrance, that had sliding wooden privacy walls. Was not his favorite perch with in this establishment. The beverage side of the two long curved counters that made up the center piece of the Oyu'baat was his regular patronic seat. He only took up a private booth when there was business of state at hand or private dealings that needed to be done.
Today was a matter of state and Strider and Anija had the most aptitude for diplomacy over most of their closest Vode. Or the ones with the most patience, probably something that came with his old age and her intelligence.
He wasn't going to get up and march over there to greet them. This place was not a place of formalities, just a comfortable atmosphere to get business done with and straight to the point. Once he caught their attention, the mando would take a long sip of his spiced caffa and then a long puff on his cigar to put himself at ease. He had been under a lot of stress of late, orchestrating a masterful campaign against the One Sith and this upstart faction known as the Primevil. But, war was war, the galaxy still moved on and did not stop to let its children finish their squabbles. So the old mando had to wear many hats (Like most mandos) and streamline the arts of war with the day to day of life. All of it was like moving peices on a Dejarik board and playing against the unknown in the dark. Just never know what will come next..........
He looked too Anija, a new Field Marshal. A female warrior deserving the rank who was well suited to being here. Fresh blood, fresh senses are an asset for such important work. The old man has sat in the High ranks for a very long time and honestly believed that it would be refreshing to have the younger pups to start leading. Not that he would retire....... but never know. He didn't say anything to her, his eyes would do most of the talking. The old man just wanted to get this formality over with, make their honorable oath and get on with bleeding their enemies together.
Sat there, patiently for the republic designates to approach the table. Those that know mandalorians know this was as good as it gets for fancy work.