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[Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata]

OBJECTIVE 1- The Fires- Keldabe
Armor: Dauntless-type Beskar'gam
Blade: Tal'Alor Beskad
Primary Weapon: Plasma Bow
Secondary Weapon: Paired Beskar Tonfa

Kael stared into his drink, knowing he needed to keep a clear mind. However, if the conversation got deeper, he might need it. "Don't be ashamed of being spotted, my friend, at least two of us here are of the Iron Wolves, so the force is what alerted me to your presence and gaze. Do join us, and we shall make you feel welcome. If I remember the reports right, you came with us back from that imperial citadel, correct? As for what I cast into the fire, well, I laid to rest the armor I wore all the way to the Verd'gotten, and a past that is best left there. Reflecting on the lessons I have learned and what brought me to being the Mandalorian I am today, with the help of friends and my Buir, Adelle Bastiel of clan Skirata, who found me as an abandoned foundling." Kael paused then, sipping his spiced drink, to let the others speak.

Veyla Krinn , Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr Prisoner #36929

 

[Veyla Krinn]

Objective: 1
Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr Prisoner #36929

Veyla lifted her cup slightly at Dral-Kar'ta's toast, the warm spice of the drink lingering pleasantly as she took another sip and listened to the exchange between the two men with a quiet ease that had become surprisingly natural over the course of the evening. At Dral-Kar'ta's comment about callouses, the corner of her mouth twitched upward in a dry smile.

"Wise man," she observed. "Though I appreciate that he apparently still had standards."
The faint snicker that escaped the stoic warrior afterward earned a flicker of amusement in her eyes, as it was oddly reassuring to watch him loosen enough to let moments like that through. When he spoke of Keldabe, however, the humor faded naturally into something quieter. Her gaze drifted toward the ruined city beyond the firelight—toward the broken stone and reforged steel of a world that had survived its own funeral more than once and still refused to die.

"It's strange," she said softly after a moment. "You spend long enough away from a place and eventually you stop knowing whether you miss the world itself or just the memory of what it felt like before you left. Then you come back and realize the dust still smells the same when the wind moves through it."

The words settled into the warmth of the gathering without heaviness, sounding reflective rather than mournful. When the newcomer finally approached, Veyla's attention shifted naturally toward him, and she noticed the hesitation beneath his simple greeting. Something about his uncertainty reminded her sharply of Kael not so long ago—it wasn't a sense of unbelonging, but rather the struggle of not yet knowing how to stand comfortably inside belonging. She gave him a small nod, acknowledging him without putting more pressure on the moment.

At his question, her gaze flicked briefly toward the massive pyre roaring against the night sky.

"Nothing this year," she admitted quietly, her honesty devoid of shame or defensiveness. "Some years you burn pieces of the past, and some years you realize you're still figuring out which memories are meant to stay and which ones are only dust clinging to your boots. I think this year was less about letting go for me and more about remembering why I came home in the first place."

The fire reflected softly in her emerald eyes as she watched sparks twist upward into the dark, and only then did her attention fully return to the newcomer, her expression easing slightly.

"Veyla Krinn of Clan Kryze," she introduced calmly. "And if you're standing close enough to the fire to ask questions, you may as well sit and drink with us instead of haunting the edge of the gathering."

 

[Tekton Artez]

Quinn Varanin Seris Mataan​

Tekton smiled gently and nodded just as gently. He knew he could be an intimidating sight on first meeting, most Mandalorians were when it came down to it. They saw the armor, and the weapons, they naturally assumed threat. It was an instinctual, primal reaction to be presented with an armed and armored individual. To a Mandalorian though they were too integral to who they were to just put aside for the comfort of others. Nonetheless Tekton considered himself and his clan fairly progressive as Mandalorians went, as such he did his best to put people at ease where he could, or at the very least offer no cause to be threatened.

"Thank You." Tekton accepted her offer to join her by the fire. "Yes my people tend to congregate together whenever we are gathered." Tekton acknowledged.

Although Tekton was sure he could ingratiate himself with any of his brethren with a quick round of drinks and the participation of a drinking game or song, he like most of his clan enjoyed getting to know others from a wide variety of backgrounds. It was curious to Tekton that he found someone who would brave a gathering of Mando's such as this.

"Welcome Quinn, I trust Mandalorian boisterousness is not too off putting?" Tekton smiled wryly. "I am Tekton, Clan Artez. What brings you here?"

As he spoke a nearby fire let out a loud cheer, as if to highlight Tekton's point. Tekton glanced with a grunt of a chuckle as someone joined, celebrated, lost or bonded over some aspect their particular bonfire was engaging in. From the looks of it, they were playing a knife game with their beskad's. Tekton grunted and shook his head.

"Fools are going to lose a limb playing games like that" Tekton commented dryly, he half wondered if it was his place to break it up. Then again they weren't his men in the field, and they weren't of his clan off of it. What business was it of his if they should lose a limb to their own foolishness. Other than a distant lamentation of the waste of a viable warrior for the Mandalorians as a whole.

"Don't worry no one expects outsiders to participate in games such as that. Soon enough an alor or one of his leftenants will be along to break it up." Tekton attempted to reassure his new acquaintance.

Tekton glanced up at the woman Quinn noticed, he stepped a little to make room for the woman should she choose to join them.