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The three were strolling down an alley way, completely surrounded by darkness, heading to a fighting ring that Din informed her about hours ago. The only thing that they could see was the bright stars & planets in the sky, as well as the hundreds of frightening red eyes hiding beneath the shadows. Celeste couldn't help but feel anxious & reluctant. Obviously, she was uncomfortable with the three of them wandering around in such a sketchy area. But they needed a plan of action, they couldn't just sit around hoping they'd get the answers they were looking for. So she remained silent, and decided to not question the Mandalorian.
As they neared heavily graffitied buildings, they meet eyes with an Twi'leak man in front of what Celeste assumed was the fighting den.
"I'm here to see Gor Koresh." Din informs the Twi'leak, who stared at the child in the floating crib, before eyeing the two suspiciously. "Enjoy the fights." He trails out, before opening the doors for the two.
When Din leads the way into the building, they were instantly surrounded by noisy cheers and hollering coming from the spectators around. In the ring stood two Gamorrean's, fighting each other to the death. Celeste couldn't help but find it depressing. She didn't find it entertaining. She found it sickening. That wasn't a life she wouldn't want anyone to live.
Once Din takes a seat beside an short chubby man with one eye, she quickly follows. She assumed this was the Gor Koresh, that Din wanted to speak too. "You know this is no place for a child." The man told the Mandalorian, eyes never leaving the ring in front of him.
"Wherever I go, he goes." Din simply explained. "So I've heard." The man chuckles, before curiously eyeing Celeste, who was sitting on the opposite side of the Mandalorian, handing a snack over to the child in the floating crib.
"I've been quested to bring him to his kind. If I can locate other Mandalorians, they can help guide me—I'm told you know where to find them." Din explained, while Gor Koresh focused his attention back onto the fighting ring.
"It's uncouth to talk business immediately. Just enjoy the entertainment." Celeste overheard the man, before hearing the child coo in amusement at fighting taking place. Almost mother-like, Celeste gave the child an disapproving stare. Even though the child had seen much in his time, she believed they should rather not encourage it.
"Nah! My Gamorrean's not doing well—Kill him! Finish him!" The one-eyed man shouted, watching as one of the Gamorrean's throw a sword toward the others head, before they dodging it completely. This action only made people holler out in aggravation, making Celeste become tense.
"Do you gamble, Mando?" Gor Koresh asks curiously. "Not when it can be avoided." Din answered.
"Well, I'll bet the information you seek that this Gamorrean's going to die within the next minute and a half. And all you have to put up in exchange is your shiny Beskararmor." Gor Koresh suggested, causing Celeste to mentally scoff, and roll her eyes. Beskar was valuable, especially when crafted from the Mandalorians, themselves. But did everyone think that a Mandalorian would do such an ignorant thing?
