Peter knew trouble when he heard it, like a storm rumbling in the distance of the Rockies. He'd been out in the market, trying to get himself some local clothing to help himself blend in and getting nowhere. He looked up from a silk shirt he was contemplating at a stall when he heard Let go of me in a really harsh way.

It was instinct. Peter dropped the shirt and ran off in the direction of the commotion, slipping out of his red ocher jacket along the way. He slid to a stop by what was very clearly an angry biker and the Kedan, holding the jacket out.

"Hey, hey. Take a look at this. Thing's completely fire, water, and windproof. I've only had the thing for a month and it's gotten hit with at least three blasts of laser fire." Peter grinned, though internally he was already regretting this; all he had been wearing under the jacket was a white a-shirt, and then the silver armband holding his soul gem was now bare too.

"I'll sell it to you for 300." The Kedan was eyeing him up, at first as if he were crazy, but then he was letting go of the other guy's jacket and going back to his stall to seemingly get the juulan without haggling. Peter breathed a sigh of relief.