Cal was standing alone tonight at a Mandalorian banquet. He was the bastard son of Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi and Satine Kryze, The Duchess of Mandalore.

Cal scratched the back of his head, his fingers running through his ginger hair. He saw someone from across the room and taking a deep breath, Cal walked over, hoping to start a friendly conversation.

“Uh, good evening. I’m Cal… uh… Prince Cal Kestis. Mind if we chat? I’m kinda new to all this ‘nobility’ stuff.”