Thread:Faenor of the Silver Laurel/@comment-26084195-20170104064405/@comment-26084195-20170105055551

Some of the crowd wave a greeting, but are distracted by the whine of a speeder. It zooms through the streets toward the landing pad, and braked, swinging to the side as it did so. Claz'zakla, the speeder's pilot, was carried by the momentum, somersaulted across the ground and into a standing position.

"Be cool, make it look like you meant to do that."

He casually walks through the crowd, who parts before him, and up to the shuttle. "Welcome, Aetanii."