Lord of Hunger
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Ki'an Vizsla
It was fairly peaceful in the lone town, far from any major cities on Concord Dawn. The seasons had been good to the crops and only a few gang problems, which was nothing the Mandalorians couldn't handle. However, the peaceful day would soon turn upside down for a small family of five as the day turned into evening, which then turned night.
At the entrance of the town, a group of armoured dar'mandas entered and while that wouldn't be too weird, it was the fact that they did it at night, hiding under cloaks. Walking through the town, with most sleeping or gathered at the local waterhole for the residents, no one questioned or noticed the group. A few times the group was passed by drunk people on their way home, though didn't pay any attention to the armoured group.
Looking down at a datapad, the leader turned right and went down a sidestreet and finally stopped when they were a few yards from the Vizsla family. "You know what to do," said the leader, to which the others nodded and disappeared into the shadows. Standing alone in the street, the lonely Dar'manda casually walked over to the target's house and did three slow knocks.

It was fairly peaceful in the lone town, far from any major cities on Concord Dawn. The seasons had been good to the crops and only a few gang problems, which was nothing the Mandalorians couldn't handle. However, the peaceful day would soon turn upside down for a small family of five as the day turned into evening, which then turned night.
At the entrance of the town, a group of armoured dar'mandas entered and while that wouldn't be too weird, it was the fact that they did it at night, hiding under cloaks. Walking through the town, with most sleeping or gathered at the local waterhole for the residents, no one questioned or noticed the group. A few times the group was passed by drunk people on their way home, though didn't pay any attention to the armoured group.
Looking down at a datapad, the leader turned right and went down a sidestreet and finally stopped when they were a few yards from the Vizsla family. "You know what to do," said the leader, to which the others nodded and disappeared into the shadows. Standing alone in the street, the lonely Dar'manda casually walked over to the target's house and did three slow knocks.