First Reply Out Getting Ribs

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Azbrian, Namsk Town
Objective: Visit the marketplace
Tag: OPEN
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In the heart of Namsk, a large town nestled a few hours' travel from the Westgard homestead, a grand winter marketplace had come alive. Strings of warm lights crisscrossed the square, illuminating festive stalls packed tightly together. Chocolatiers hawked rich confections, vendors sold sugared sweets wrapped in bright paper, and butchers proudly displayed their cuts, all eager to turn the holiday bustle into a tidy profit.

As always, the people of the region were drawn to the market like moths to flame. Among them was Silas, who never missed the chance to lose himself in the atmosphere, sample a few treats, and remind himself why he loved this place so dearly.

Wrapped in a thick, weather worn coat, he made his way through the brightly lit aisles, his breath fogging faintly in the cold air. His eyes wandered from stall to stall, taking in the colors, the laughter, and the familiar scents of spice and smoke. Every so often he stopped to exchange words with a local, offering warm holiday wishes or a respectful nod to those he recognized but didn't wish to interrupt.

These were his people, friends he had known since childhood, long before the wider galaxy had claimed him. Even after becoming a Jedi, they saw him not as something distant or untouchable, but as one of their own. In their eyes, he was both protector and representative, a man who carried Azbrian's name beyond its borders. Few ever made it far from this world, and fewer still returned as he had. Silas was one of the exceptions, and the town remembered.

Unfortunately, nostalgia alone wasn't the reason he'd braved the cold and crowds today. Later that evening, he was planning a large cook up, not just for himself, but for friends he hadn't seen in far too long. The vegetables were already accounted for, pulled fresh from his own garden, and the steaks had been carefully stored months in advance.

What he lacked were ribs. Proper ribs. And the only way to get them was through one of the planet's butchers.

Thankfully, for this single festive day, several of the best had gathered here in Namsk, their stalls lining the square like a promise. Silas adjusted his coat and headed deeper into the market, intent on finding the perfect cut before the day took them away.

 

[Vanlin Aric Siasides]

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[Vanlin Aric Siasides]

TAG: Silas Westgard

The town of Asbrian was one that he had visited twice before. Both had been on assignment and he did not take the time to look through the populace and really take in the culture, but the Shadow Master promised himself he would be back one day.

This was that day.

The Force had brought him here, pulling him to find a youngling who had the potential to be a meaningful Jedi in the future. This sort of trip was not something that Aric enjoyed, felt it was better served by others, but the galaxy was so fractured the Jedi were indeed at their lowest in his memory. The youngling's presence was faint, but Aric could sense it. He knew the child's potential was worth the effort, even if the journey was arduous. The Shadow Master resolved to guide this young one, hoping to restore balance to the galaxy, one step at a time. If not him, someone at the Temple of the Elements.

[Promise me you won’t scare the kid.] Jenara Starborn, his colleague and fellow overseer of the Temple was her ever present annoyance over comms.

[You want to do this? You catch a cold when opening a refrigerator.] She was worried because he RARELY wore tunics or robes, he was in “civvies” and a Nerf Leather jacket. If anything, he looked like a street tough. That was of course dispelled once he saw a stray Lizard Monkey who looked to be starving. So the Nerf Burger he brought went to the poor thing.