"What brings you by?" Din inquired of the high magistrate, putting his tools down and approaching the edge of the roof. He dropped down, reaching to grip Karga's wrist in greeting.
"I heard you might be in need of some repair materials," he explained, returning the greeting before gesturing to the prefab then to the land speeder. In the rear seats were three sheets of durasteel.
"I am." The explosion had caused a gaping hole and damaged a large portion of the remaining top exterior.
"Will three be enough?"
"Plenty. What do I owe you?"
"Nothing. Consider it a gift! Least I can do for the new Mandalorian Ambassador to Nevarro!"
Din felt his stomach drop uncomfortably. "What did you do?"
Karga slapped him on the back, grinning. "Oh, I'm just the messenger."















