SW: A Lesson in Mando'ade
The bar was quiet, its occupants keeping to themselveas as Aira-ty walked through the door. She scanned the room with her helmet, most of the patrons of the place were Mando'ade, several were in armor speaking in hushed voices. The one she was looking for wasn't hard to spot as he raised a glass to her in greeting from his seat at the bar. Seeing the familiar sand gold armor brought back memories to Aira-ty, memories from a different time when things had been simpler. Whether they were happier times was open to debate and thinking of her beloved children and grandchildren she was fairly sure which side was likely to win that particular debate.
“It's good to see you again vod.” the Mandalorian said as he poured Aira-ty a glass.
Aira-ty smiled at the old Mando, taking the seat besides him as she took her helmet off and set it on the bartop. The Mando looked at her for a surprised moment before shaking his head and taking a sip of his drink.
“You haven't aged one bit. It