Silently picking his way through the square, the Mereel scion said little, merely floating through the crowd, listening. Watching. Where his father would have flown in fury and lain about with a blade. Darius listened and considered. So it was he happened to be by
Koda Fett
as he made his remarks, and he nodded, bare
beskar helmet dipping in respect to one of the few warriors Ijaat had spoken of with respect and wariness. Gesturing between them, he spoke to Koda briefly and aside before continuing his ambling toward
Runi Kuryida
and
Vren Rook
.
<<My father liked you quite a bit. Said you were a man with real grit. Thank you for reminding them...>>
As he stepped away and before he halted next to his adoptive "mother" and one of the few men he respected in the field, Darius would shed the dun mantle he had been wearing, tucking it under his arm to reveal the colors of the Mandalorian Protectors, olive drab and white-cheeked helmet with black and red markings,, and curling
jaig eyes, his armor new but no less intricately designed and worked as anything his father had worn. Speaking to the Karjr privately, since Runi was saying her piece, the man watched the spectacle unfolding before him behind an impassive T-visor slot that had seen the galaxy burn time and again across a thousand faces.
<<Vren... Kark, what is this mess? Are we really this easy?>>