<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nordicstylemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/joel-kinnaman-donald-trump.jpeg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Therion Altier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647338#msg13647338)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>Human<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Laborer<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>Day 145 3BBY, Open Air Market<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Yig, Kaya, Tyron Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Therion would watch the interaction from where he stood, the blaster now safely away and no urges left to tug at him.  The way he felt the emotions that danced through the force were strong ones that were just as dangerous as the incendiary feeling compliments.  His brown eyes would look over the three as Tyron had not rushed into the interaction yet.  His mind would search for the words that he could add to this but there was nothing as AJ assured the large figure of Yig that she was free now.  He couldn't understand Shyriiwook but the translator would help him glean where this conversation was going.  Instead he would turn look over the crowd that had mostly returned to what they were doing before as he turned his back and walked away from the three.  Tyron got a small incline of his head as he would let the crowded area swallow him up, his training making it hard to track him as he focused on getting lost again, he wasn't sure why he had gotten involved in the first place.<br/><br/>Turning he would make his way down a corridor as he checked his chrono and did the math on how much time he had before he needed to be at the dock to do another part of a job he had been hired on for.  The hard manual labor would be something to focus on rather than wondering on his own good Samaritan act.