Aven Blanc
I'm not Jon Snow... I know stuff.
Tatto-wine, or Tootie-ween, or whatever this planet was called was not a planet that Aven liked very much. It was hot. Besides having to exchange his usual black clothing for white, he also had to constantly harden his Force aura to keep cool and frozen. But there was something pricking at his mind, the same way he'd felt when he'd met that tiny green woman on Danto-ine, or whatever that place was called.
He looked up from his vantage point under a broken speeder, and watched as the slave auctions began. A Hutt, a couple of Humans, and a thing he couldn't recognize were staring greedily at the young men and women on the stand, totally ignoring the small person with his hood pulled up to hide his icy face.
[member='Rana Talrin']
He looked up from his vantage point under a broken speeder, and watched as the slave auctions began. A Hutt, a couple of Humans, and a thing he couldn't recognize were staring greedily at the young men and women on the stand, totally ignoring the small person with his hood pulled up to hide his icy face.
[member='Rana Talrin']