Chapter 227 - I am the king!

The coronation is splendidly drab, the ostentation of poverty is clear for all to see. Tyr spits out the half cook piece of meat being given out as a feast for all the command folks in Thy'lek. If he had known it would be this bad, he would have supplied the whole thing. The council arrives on a lousy menagerie of limping donkey face Targuses and equally ill-looking Sables. These common herbivores are being used as steeds as they can handle the ankle-twisting roads better than horses.