"What's a Mandalorian?" asked Harry desperate for answers.
"Well… How do I put this? A Mandalorian is an inhabitant of the planet Mandalore, we are kno-." He was cut of as Harry interrupted,
"Planet? You mean you are from space? A-Are you an alien?" He spluttered out.
"Alien, no? From space…yes, anyway back to what I was saying, the Mandalorians are a warrior race. We are known across the galaxy for our weapons and armour. The armour I myself am wearing is what an average Mandalorian suit of armour looks like aside from the colour. Our history sadly or happily depending on who you ask, is filled with bloodshed and war."
Harry was desperately trying to process this information and so did the giant beside him then almost the entire tavern was listening.
"You see thousands of years ago; our people were at war with a power known as the Galactic Republic and more specifically an order of peacekeepers known as the Jedi."
As Kor explained the history of Mandalore a man in a purple turban sneaked into the shadows of the tavern and said to himself, "Master, it seems a potential threat to your return has entered the fold and I'm not referring to Potter."
Then a dark almost snake like voice hissed in the man's head, "If he is a threat try to persuade him, if he will not join our cause then make him suffer the most painful of deaths."
The man then replied in a stuttering voice, "B-But master h-how will we k-know if he is a t-t-threat?
The voice then snarled, "Watch him from the shadows, and when an opportunity presents itself, abduct and interrogate him. Press him for his motives and if he does not agree, show no mercy."
"Yes, my lord, I will do whatever you desire if it ensures your return."
Then the mans eyes turned to Harry, "What of Potter?" he asked.
"Kill him or convert him but whatever you do he and Ruhin must not discover us those two I am slightly concerned about." The voice rasped.
"But my lord, how can you be afraid of a couple of boys? I doubt they have even seen a spell let alone defend themselves against one."
There was no reply. The man then attempted to slip through the crowd, but a huge hand grabbed his shoulder and he looked up into the giant's hairy face.
"'Ello their professor! Harry, Kor I would like to introduce you to professor Quirrell, he will be your defence against the dark arts teacher at Hogwarts."
Kor looked at the man called Quirrell and sensed something emanating from him, something… cold and unfamiliar, something… Dark. He felt as if there were two minds in his body, however he was a professor, so he had to be polite he could ask questions later.
"Pleased to meet you…professor." He tried to keep his cool, however his unease was noticed by Harry, the giant and Quirrell himself.
"Oh y-you n-need n-not be afraid I-I'm perfectly friendly." Quirrell mentally scowled, this child seemed to see right through his disguise.
"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just that I'm not great around people I've just met."
Quirrell turned to see another shady face in the bar and nodded at him.
The man he nodded too began to sneak up towards Kor with a small clumsily built pocketknife hoping to end the boy's life.
However, Kor was smarter than that, as the man approached, he turned and whipped out a blaster, pointing it at the man, "Try it, see what happens." He growled. The man attempted to run but felt a searing pain in his leg. The boy had shot him, the man cried out as he felt the skin around the blast wound melt and all the water in that part of his body evaporate.
Kor smirked and then called,
"Anyone here a doctor? Or a law enforcer?"