Cramped was the best word that Caetus could've used to describe the city of Svartalheim. A city full of miners and traders, a number that very well could match the Jedi Order in terms of numbers, and a huge array of structures that were packed so tightly together that hardly four men could walk down a street together. Eyes narrowed, he kept his hood pulled up tightly, hands buried in the folds of his robe. He was not there to be seen. He was there because his Master was.
Ducking into the bar where he felt his master's presence, he soon spotted the older man, asking questions, and overall just attracting attention. Removing his hood, he let a hand wander to his belt, where his lightsaber lay hidden, and walked up to the bar slowly. Taking a place beside his master, he glanced back, making sure they weren't being watched, before looking towards the drinks behind the bar. He didn't want to look directly at Renn. That would make sure whoever was watching knew they were associated. He spoke, to seemingly no one in particular, but instead to the Master Jedi. "The ship is parked," he commented idly, referring to where exactly he was for the past few minutes.
"Now who exactly is this 'half-breed' we're looking for?" One thing that Caetus Wynn did not approve of within the Jedi Order was how little he was fed information from the higher ranking Jedi. Brows curling into a frown, he awaited a response.
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