Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
Darga gives a slight knowing smile at Sloor's suggestion.
Not exactly the enthousiasm the besalisk was hoping for (Sloor looks out into the main room for anything that might be distracting the Hutt, but can't spot anything out of the ordinary, just people milling about, eating, softly talking...). "Should I gaw get Demaws?"
Just then...
Frek, frek, frek, frek, FREK! Perhaps understandably considering his occasional stints as an enforcer, Sloor's response is a bit more dramatic: he surges to a shielding spot directly in front of the hutt - facing out, three arms spread out like some sort of frecking blasterfire goally - even as he draws his heavy blaster with the fourth, eyes looking for a target. Where are those frecsing Iron groupers? Where is frecking DEMOS?!Perrimiller and Songdragon said:"Lord Darga should not drink the wine. There is foul play and he is betrayed."
Mir looks about now for who might show some sort of sign of guilt.
«Assuming nobody immediately fires back:
"What the freck daw you mean: he is betrayed?"
TB glides to his right side, a little back from him, increasing their joint cover of their employer.