Since you asked...

[Onrai]

@[member="Astrian Callus"]

Honoghr. Unscrupulous trading of old CIS and Republic weapons from crashed ships on the planet had reached the Jedi's ears. They were evidently coming to investigate, despite the age of the weapons - and their questionable condition. But hey, weapons are weapons. a black powder improvised rifle can kill someone if fired from a proper distance and angle away.

Hence the reason why Circe was here to acquire the salvage. Damaged weapons could likely be refurbished and whatnot.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Honoghr.

What a strange place the Imperial Knight had found himself. However he wasn't here to salvage anything or recover weapons; he had been sent to observe. See how the trade system here worked and then, report back to The Imperator. It was as simple as that.

Astrian had been standing for hours. Watching and collecting information and data, navigating the trade markets. However, he felt as if he himself were being watched. However, as he surveyed the area. He found no eyes to be set upon him, this was unsettling. But, if anyone was to be watching him it would be for a unimportant reason, not relevant to his mission. Astrian was a 7'10 broad, muscular and brooding man. His frame was straight and dominant. However, most of his muscular body was concealed beneath a lightly feathered crimson cloak, and underneath. A brown tattered shirt and deep red leather straps crossing both of his shoulders and connecting to his belt, however. There was was something that could stand out, and that could possibly be the visible blaster on his thigh or his prominent force signature, or even possibly the hidden lightsaber.

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

Woah.

That dude was big.

Circe immediately caught sight of the Imperial Knight, a smile on her face as she maneuvered through the crowd, looking him over. She sensed him, as he was not exactly shrouded, but he intriguingly enough did not sense her. Not to mention the blaster on his hip seemed to clearly mark him as a warrior, or at least an insurgent of some sort. Perhaps he'd be intriguing to talk to.

"Hi there." She smiled, looking up at him.

@[member="Astrian Callus"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Astrian had been navigating the crowded area for some time. The feel of eyes on him grew stronger with every passing moment. Sweat grew on his brow as his eyes navigated the seemingly endless crowd. Then as the danger spiked, a voice came from behind him. The danger some how receded as Astrian turned to the voice. His eyes catching a small, green lady. She looked, relatively harmless. However, looks were nearly always deceiving. He raised an eyebrow as his eyes skimmed over her. "Hello." He replied to her greeting, resting his eyes finally on her face. He did't kow why she had approached him, but he was certain he would discover why soon.

@[member="Circe Savan"]