Tren
The guards look at you quizically.
"What exactly are you declaring? If you have any weapons on you when you pass through the door, we'll know. Barizarn needs mercenaries - a tech or pilot would be needed. Remove any weapons and I'll walk you up to Goll Barizarn,"
Dralon
"You don't want to use that, friend. If I was found dead, or failed to report in, the whole of Polaard's security force and Barizarn's guards would be out looking for me and clues to my death. You'd be gone within a week, even with your formidable skills," he says.
"Let's go back to the office - we'll discuss payment there. The rodian, Sierock I believe, will be coming too,"
Sierock
The human eyes your contact darkly, obviously not amused by him. He moves his cloak back slightly and rests his hand on his massive blaster pistol, softly fingering the trigger.
"I am not one for jokes, human. I can make 10,000 off a single assassination. Make it 6,000, mercenary work can be dangerous. If your answer is yes, we have a deal. If no..." he nods to his blaster at his side, with a deadly serious look in his eyes.
"You don't want to use that, friend. If I was found dead, or failed to report in, the whole of Polaard's security force and Barizarn's guards would be out looking for me and clues to my death. You'd be gone within a week, even with your skills," your contact says.
"Let's go back to the office - we'll discuss payment there. The rodian, Sierock I believe, will be coming too," he nods to you.