Merios twirled his saber about vertically before deactivating it, letting it float back onto it's clip from his palm. He walked a few paces forward, his olive and gray Jedi garments leaving much to wonder about. He had the walk, the stance of a Jedi- but he also had the weathered, seasonal look of a nomad.
"Captain Valmar.. I believe a more adequate question would be: are you alright?"
He walked a couple more steps- he was now no more than a few feet away. His eyes locked with Valmar's, but then he scanned the man over, taking note of his armaments and his armor; as well as his men around him. They were built and they seemed to know what they're doing. It was only a matter of time before he had to leave- with or without these men. There was a disturbance in the Force and there is something here that he could sense; something dark.