Being a fringer had its perks. In fact, Dia considered growing up on a relatively out of the way and untamed planet a blessing. The contrast between the handful of people she knew on Dantooine and the masses of Nar Shadaa was downright alarming. Everyone on Nar Shadaa just seemed so helpless without three different types of machines doing routine tasks for them. Dia had a bad feeling her present company had more in common with the city dwellers of Nar Shadaa rather than the farmers and ranchers she grew up with on Dantooine. Hell, one of the Arkanians freely admitted to as much.<br/><br/>And then there was the Cathar padawan with her wrist computer. Typical Jedi...so caught up in their own little world that they overlook the things right in front of them. Dia walked over to the padawan and tapped the wrist-mounted computer to snap the Cathar's attention away from her search. "Or..." Dia stops to motion toward a path leading away from the clearing, "we could just follow that foot path. It takes more than a few days to cut a trail through a jungle this thick so its obviously a trail used by the Mandalorians - and used frequently judging by the looks of it."