Nojahl's Camp

By the time you make it to the second site, the wind is kicking up, sending swirls of sand across the desert. You park your speeder far enough from the eastern scan site, climb the nearest dune, and take a look through your binoculars. The digital display zooms and focuses, and you're looking a makeshift camp on the sand. Two humans huddle in makeshift tents, looking tired and malnourished. A large Cathar stands guard over them, powerful arms crossed over a broad chest. Despite his size, you almost miss him at first. His tawny fur blends well against the sand. Darker, manelike hair hangs in dreadlocks from his head. He has no weapons you can see, but his hands are covered in sharp claws, and you would guess his catlike jaws hold razor teeth.

This feels like a trap. Either this one Cathar has been terrorizing Mos Espa by himself, or there's other men in hiding. The wind is kicking up more sand by the minute, and there's no way to make an approach without being seen. Not a lot of cover out here.

If you don't act now, your target is going to escape into the storm.