Mesh'la Hondor
Character
The oaky smell of smoke mingled with various smells of fresh brews and good food filled the air giving the large room a warm welcoming feel to it. This atmosphere was further accented by the soft glow of twilight that gently streamed through the large skylights above the vast bar and the shadows that seemed to dance on the walls as a result of the large open fire in the main hall, yes, this was the fabled Oyu'baat of Mandalore in the city of Keldabe. In this almost primal bar Mesh'la Hondor could be found sitting at one of the elegantly curved bars of the Oyu'baat. After a rather uneventful day the Mandalorian had elected to visit the local watering hole to relax and unwind. It was here, among the dull murmur of voices and sharp tap of knives from games of Cu'bikad, that Mesh'la sat drinking one of the Oyu'baat's specialties, ne'tra gal. As the smooth black ale slid down and tickled the back of his throat Mesh'la allowed himself to get lost in one of his oldest fantasies: traveling around the galaxy. Not simply being ferried around from place to place, no, rather piloting his own ship and making his own destiny, that was the young Mandalorian's dream. It was also a dream that seemed woefully out of his reach, especially now as the bartender came by to collect his payment and, in doing so, brought Mesh'la back to reality. Without a single word Mesh'la absent mindedly reached into the pockets of his long blue combat pants only to find that he had no credits in either pocket. A bit worried the Mandalorian hurriedly unzipped the black leather jacket he wore to reveal the white t-shirt he had on underneath. Much to the young man's relief he found that he did indeed have enough to pay the bartender inside his jacket's left breast pocket. With his drink paid for the Mandalorian returned to gazing longingly at the wall in front of him, but instead of seeing the wooden paneled wall he imagined the impossible: the vast universe stretched out before him.