in the Market for a friend

She shrugged unhelpful. "Dunno, never really paid attention." She admitted. Her father preferred they out effort into making their own first pieces when it came to armor. So they'd know how to look after and repair them. Her bracers and dagger had taken ages with her fathers constant help and guidance. "But I can introduce you to Ruga, if you're interested?" She suggested. Even if he wasn't at the market, she could call him to it.

She scrunched up her nose thoughtfully and leaned into the coat again taking in its scents. She wasn't sure why it mattered, but Beru seemed to really want to know. "Uh… I smell Dread on it, maybe my dad and litter mate took it down together? No fair! Dad wouldn't let me take on a grizzly" She whined in complaint. Being a cripple sucked like, all the time. Just because she couldn't see didn't mean she wasn't a kick ass fighter. She would need to hunt down Dread at some point and get the full story from her brother.