Bankor

Tethys isn't sure why her footsteps have brought her back to the same central bazaar where she and the others fought Yunda Kryze's pet yesterday. It's not to buy anything in particular--she's already got her new thermal cloak, which is how she can stand to be walking around here at midday at all. Perhaps it's just to see whether things look any different here now that the city has changed hands. Or maybe it's just the tugging of intuition, a whisper of the Force that will reveal its purpose later, if at all.

Either way, she drifts down the central lane of the bazaar from stall to stall, picking up some kind of salty fried fritters from a vendor to nibble on as she goes.

It's busy if muted, stalls have been rebuilt or in the process and people are trying to get back to their lives. With varying degrees of success.