Qui-Gon Jinn
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You shiver in the sharp tundra wind as it whips at your face. Though galactic political tensions are high, tending to the smaller, local disputes is still a priority in Qui-Gon’s eyes. If that meant trekking through what’s practically a frigid high altitude desert to find some obscure village, then so be it.
“Shouldn’t be too much further now, though I suppose we should have landed closer.”