There’s something about their movements; it’s too smooth, too sure. They never trip on their feet, never run into anything, and their bodies navigate crowds too easily.
There’s something about their eyes, too, how they seem to bore straight through the soul of whoever they speak to. They sometimes seem to begin to answer a question before it’s even asked, and they always know what words to say to placate the emotions in the room.
There are rumors that the Negotiator and the Hero With No Fear do not need words to communicate, that they can speak without a comm while they are miles away from each other.
The rumors say the Negotiator has a true silver tongue, that the reason he is so successful is not because he is a skilled diplomat but because there’s something else to his voice and words that makes him so convincing.
The rumors say the apprentice of the Hero With No Fear is like a bird in flight when she moves, too graceful to be fully Togruta, her leaps so high it is as if she has the wings of a convor.
(The Tuskens believe that Death walks on two legs and brings with him a blade forged from the flames of the sun. They believe they displeased him for they were not strong enough, and they have never taken a prisoner since that day. Their victims are always killed and offered in sacrifice to Death.)