Thrass glanced at the bag, trying to glance at the items within, but only seeing a passing glance. The man was a collector, that much was clear. Though what species he was could be anything. Any number of species had Chiss-like proportions, though the accent was unfamiliar. The mask also made it hard to read his face.

He was also the best chance Thrass had of contacting Thrawn, and letting him know that he was safe. His brother had to be worried about him.

Catching the ration bar, Thrass turned to Lorana, "What do you say?"

The young Jedi still regarded Altair with caution. As much as he screamed Sith, he felt more complicated than that. Neither fully dark nor light. "I think our lives are in his hands for now, and we have no choice."

Thrass had to agree. Besides, he had his charric blaster and she had her lightsaber, so if he did try to rob them or kill them then they were prepared. Both of them ate their ration bars before laying down by the fire to sleep.