Buy'ce olar, kar'ta ogir
Mandalorian clans were always looking for new members, whether from fellow vod or from those who would seek to join the Mando’a. However, there are always exception to a rule, and Clan Mortui was an exception to this rule. Having been secluded for so long, they had not had new blood come into their ranks for some time. Frankly, they didn’t quite expect anyone to want to join them either. Thus, Mortui kept to themselves, even when they came back into the galaxy with a vengeance.
Thus, it came as a surprise to Adenn when he received a message. It asked for a meeting with him, what about, the message did not entail. Merely hinting at a new member who may wish to join Mortui. This intrigued Adenn to no end, so he invited the person to the Oyubaat on Mandalore. It was where many meetings were held, and thus would prove useful as another meeting place.
Within the bar itself, Adenn sat secluded in a corner booth. He sat facing the door, waiting. There was music playing, and games being shown on screens. Rowdy Mandalorians, and subdued Mandalorians were all around. Adenn himself, he sat there quietly, with a bottle and glass of tihaar in front of himself. His face obscured in the shadows, and his buy’ce sat in front of him, the T-visor pointed at the crowd. He sat watching, waiting for when this person would come, curious as to what they wanted, but not showing it.
Thus, it came as a surprise to Adenn when he received a message. It asked for a meeting with him, what about, the message did not entail. Merely hinting at a new member who may wish to join Mortui. This intrigued Adenn to no end, so he invited the person to the Oyubaat on Mandalore. It was where many meetings were held, and thus would prove useful as another meeting place.
Within the bar itself, Adenn sat secluded in a corner booth. He sat facing the door, waiting. There was music playing, and games being shown on screens. Rowdy Mandalorians, and subdued Mandalorians were all around. Adenn himself, he sat there quietly, with a bottle and glass of tihaar in front of himself. His face obscured in the shadows, and his buy’ce sat in front of him, the T-visor pointed at the crowd. He sat watching, waiting for when this person would come, curious as to what they wanted, but not showing it.