Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
Sloor's eyes go wide (and that's saying a lot), though it's in a pleasantly surprised way. "Fu-rek. Looks like I brought a fork to a mind fight." He looks at his chosen weapon as if somehow *it* had betrayed him before using it to drop the hawk tail in Mir's plate/bowl/whatever it is. "Accept my unconditional surrender, Sra." His lower right hand mimes a grandiose courtoisie, grin above all scoundrel."Earn it you say..." Mir smiles,"How about I look you in the eye and ask you for it?" The woman grins.
<Resposne Mir?>
"Dan't suppawsse you crawssed any 'embassy' either, right? That's the place we want taw avawid when the reps are here this week," he 'explains', not waiting for an answer. "Think it's separate frawm the main quarters - fawtified prawbably, paranawid sawns awf N'zoth - saw keeping away shawldn't be *taw* much awf a prawblem, right?" He offers a grin deeply steeped in dark humour.Possum said:«Binder: I'm guessing Darius ended up saying this bit?
"Anyone attempting to enter any 'sensitive' area of the palace was politely turned away by security," answers that worthy. "We were unable to reach any slave pen, if it even exists."
<Response any?>
"Fair enawgh, Sra, but let's check anyway." He leans way back on his chair and twists around so he's more or less facing a lean and mean looking trandoshan on the next table over: "Hey friend! When's the next qualifier fawr the rattatak melee, daw you knaw? If you're entry level, I mean.""No idea on the next match, but I am sure it is whenever Darga wants such entertainment, he gets it." the scout adds.
<Response Trandoshan?>
EDIT= The next question is likely going to be: "Who daw we talk taw abawt that?"
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