Kamon shrugged.

“Whatever works for you. I have no problems with taking a slight detour. Not like it’s an extremely big deal for us to get to the diplomatic parts really quick. I always hate political things anyways. A lomin-ale might be nice right about now.”

Kamon shrugged his shoulders at Cole then motioned for the Master to take the lead. Kamon knew Cole was hiding something from him, he just didn’t know what it was. It was obvious just by looking at him that he did know something that Kamon didn’t know. Kamon wondered why Cole wasn’t telling him the truth. Maybe it was something that just did not need to come out into plain view just yet. Then again, maybe it was something that did need to be known.

“Alright I know you know something that I don’t. You might as well tell me.”

Though Donovin respected Kamon's wishes to take the lead, he was more in favor of walking beside Kamon, taking only minor lead with hand gestures as he guided Kamon and himself toward Garham's. He took into account that it was the dreams he'd still held vividly within his mind that made him more susceptible to keeping a closer eye on Kamon.

The two walked almost in perfect stride, Donovin's step coming to lag behind ever so slightly. Donovin's gaze looked directly ahead as Kamon spoke to him, his brow creased in heavy concentration.

"Alright, I suppose you deserve to know, but there really isn't much that I can tell you as I don't know all that much about it myself. I was able to catch up on my sleep, but sleep wasn't the only thing that came to catch me in my quiet moments of slumber. I had dreams, premonitions, I believe of things to come.."

Donovin paused in speech, only to allow his gaze to direct itself onto Kamon. His green eyes set with mystery.

".. You were in each and ever premonition that I had. They weren't much really, bits and pieces of images, nothing that I can clearly piece together, not at the moment anyway. I suppose that is why I have neglected to tell you anything."

The two turned off to their right, the bar finally settling into their view. Donovin came to turn his gaze up toward the sign in big lights, he gestured to it casually with his left hand as he walked, being sure that Kamon followed his gaze.

"I saw that in my sleep, as well as the bar itself..."

Cole stopped walking suddenly, his gaze serious.

".. You're going to get into some sort of a scuffle in there. I neglected to tell you about it as well as stop you from going because I don't believe in changing destiny. Things are meant to happen for a reason."

He continued walking again, his tone rather calm for knowing that the man who walked beside him would soon find himself in a brawl.

"I'm not sure if I'm present during any of these future sightings, but I'm sure there is a reason as to why I am seeing them, but I have yet to figure out why."

The Jedi allowed himself to pause at the door, not out of hesitation but more out of curiosity, wondering just what Kamon thought about everything that had just been said.

Kamon stopped at the door as well. His eyes seemed to look ahead but his mind did not. He was thinking about what Cole had said more than about going into the bar. The prospect of getting into a scuffle on the planet before negotiations could begin did not appeal to him. It might even ruin any hopes of getting the planet to come to their side. But then again, Adumarians liked to fight. Maybe if he won they would come over.

“It’s interesting. I’ll give you that much. I’m not sure I completely understand it either but what must happen will and we should be prepared for it.”

He looked over at Cole with a raised eyebrow but shrugged it off. If it was destined to be then it was destined to be. One could not fight destiny, just take part in it. He pushed the door open and walked in ahead of Cole. Looking around for any sign of danger, he spotted none. But he knew they were there, whoever they were. He knew it would happen sooner or later. It would just take some time.

“Well, let’s see what happens.”

He walked over to a booth and sat down to wait for a waiter to come and take their order. He’d only order a lomin-ale because it had less alcohol content and he could stomach it without food. He realized he hadn’t eaten in quite some time, but he didn’t feel hungry. Maybe that was just him, but he would be fine.

Donovin was sure that something within the bar would have stuck out to him, that something would have triggered part of his insightful dreams. There wasn't one single thing that brought him back to the small fragments of his dream.

He pushed all cogitation aside as he took his seat across from Kamon, deciding it best to just let the moments be. Eventually time would elapse, giving him all the imagery he needed to at least piece together one small fragment of his dream.

Just seven minutes after being within the bar...

"Inebriated fool! Get the frell out of here.. now!"

The peaceful mood that had once come to wash over the two Jedi as they entered the bar soon after came to evaporate due to one smashed up Adumarian. The native local didn't look anymore than within his early twenties, and didn't seem like the type of fellow that would take the role of a heavy drinker.

Not only was he young, but overconfident too.

"Make mah," the young man said in a stupor like state as he tried to stand up from his chair, bobbling left and right slightly as he tried to walk toward the barkeep.

The commotion between the barkeep and the young man made both Jedi turn their heads toward the intrusion. Literally everyone in the bar stopped within his or her conversation to take a gander at the ruckus.

".. I guess this will be your cue, Kamon," Donovin said quietly, his face wincing just slightly as the overconfident Adumarian took a boastful swing at the barkeep.

The young man's table was extremely close to their own, and like it or not, Cole and Kamon could see every fine detail that went on.

Donovin's green eyes came to broaden ever so slightly as an odd realization occurred to him.

"Sure wish we hadn't sat so close to the door, Kamon," he said regretfully, cringing just a little more than before as he watched with some surprise as the barkeep lifted the young man off of his feet, coming to toss him toward the direction of the door.

Well, he'd tried to anyway. Trying had only got the barkeep so far though as the young man came to land squarely across Cole and Kamon's table, smashing their drinks in the process.

As light as the man appeared to look in size, the table showed him no mercy as it collapsed right as he collided with it due to the table's lack of sturdiness.

The Adumarian didn't seem to mind much though, laughing out loud insanely after it was all over.

"Huya ter bouss," he said, looking up at the two Jedi as if he'd just struck gold. The young man's grin soon came to fade onto a smile of intrigue as he settled his gaze on to Kamon; astonished by the Prince's lightsaber that somewhat appeared within his sights.

"Oooo, yu gotch one of dems glow swurds.. lemme see dat der," he said, grinning again as he stubbornly tried to get to his feet, surprisingly with some success but not without clinging onto Kamon for dear life, trying to keep his balance as he tried to help himself to Kamon's lightsaber by attempting to take a swipe for the tool.

Kamon pushed the mans hand away and stood from his seat.

“No one will be touching my light saber anytime soon. It belongs to me and as such will stay with me. I suggest you leave and go somewhere to sober up. I don’t care if you are Adumarian or not.”

Kamon lifted the man from the floor and pushed him over to the door. The man seemed to look back at him and then turned back. He stepped forward as if to pursue the matter but Kamon raised a hand to stop him from doing anything foolish. Kamon did not really feel like brawling with him.

“You would be wise to stay right there.”

Donovin offered no aid to his comrade, content with quietly observing the drunk, though Kamon more so. He did not allow himself to interfere in the quarrel; Donovin knew that this was something Kamon had to handle on his own. Cole had no business taking part, at least not at the moment.

The drunken man staggered again, though he seemed to do more swaying than staggering. The young Adumarian had come to acquire the case of the hiccups along with his flimsy speech, making him look like a complete mess, at least more so than he already had been.

"eh.. wah..is.. da big idea.."

The man hiccupped.

"I jus.. wanna.. see.."

.. and again he hiccupped.

".. it... Not like it's.. yur lifeline or.. nuffin..jus a glow swo..."

Before the young man could finish his sentence he fell to the ground, knocking himself out cold as his head collided with the broken table pieces.

Under any other circumstances, Kamon might have helped the man out. But on a planet full of extremely hostile people, he did not want to do something stupid. He didn't know if it was considered right to help someone in the mans position or not. Instead, he just went back and sat down across from Cole. Kamon rolled his eyes.

"Typical. Anything else you want to warn me about?"

Cole couldn't help but laugh slightly at what had happened, nonetheless, he was pleased with how Kamon had handled the situation.

He fell into deep thought after a moment, thinking on the fragments of visions he had seen within his sleep. He shook his head, a little frustrated.

"I can't warn you of something I don't know anything about," he said somberly.

".. but if I am able to piece anything together, I'll be sure to let you know," he said, as he nodded to the door.

"We'd better get going," he said as he slowly stood up, shifting to a holder on his tool belt to pull out some credits, eventually coming to flick the sufficient number of credits needed for their drinks to one of the servers near by.

"We're probably expected by now."