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Rorworr jumps at Set's voice, dropping Kaz in an undignified heap on the floor. "It was all his idea, I swear!." The Wookie points an accusing finger at the technician, puts his hands behind his back, and rapidly saunters away, whistling tunelessly. "Master Rorworr, I do belive that was...

OOC: I wouldn't worry about that. I don't think us three stooges have much, no, make that any, chance of success ;)

"You do realise she'll skin me alive for this?" Rorworr says mildly, as he gives Kaz a boost towards the ceiling.

"So," Rorworr glances at his watch. "how long do you all give it before we need to carry at least one of those four to the nearest medical center?" The Wookie gets up from his seat and wanders over to the mini-bar, looking for drink. The three technical types slob around in high-class...

"He doesn't stand a chance." Rorworr says as Sia and Vor'en leave the suite. "He'll be exhausted just from her chatter by the time they reach the gym." The Wookie flops down on the couch beside Kaz and switches the vidscreen on, flicking between channels at random. He yawns loudly and puts...

"I think we make fairly effective distractions, if our past record is anything to go by." Rorworr matches Vor'en's deadpan voice... but only for a moment. "Dibs on the biggest bed!" He calls as he makes a dash for the sleeping quarters.

"Is it OK to use our own gear? I'm not madly keen about going hunting without my bowcaster. I've yet to meet a better weapon for big game." Rorworr pats the weapon slung across his back. "You want to break your neck by the sounds of things." The Wookie grins at Sia. "My advice? Be careful...

Rorworr takes a slightly different approach to Sia, striding ahead of the group, until something catches his interest, then pausing until the others catch up. He always stays within earshot of Deel, listening with interest to what he has to say.

Rorworr steps out of his dressing room (quite why he was using one you can't fathom, but since everyone else was... :)) and gives a quick spin for the assembled company. He winks at Sia, before going over to the tailor and shaking him firmly by the hand (paw/claw/other appendage). "Superb...

"I'd like a hat like that." Rorworr points to the object perched on Deel's head. "And something fancy-looking to carry my weapons. And whatever else you think would be appropriate." Rory starts browsing around the store, looking for anything that comes close to fitting him.

Rorworr sniffs at his fur, and wrinkles his nose. "You might have a point, Set. And like you say, we needn't go overboard with my outfit. But I demand a hat!"

"You'd better know a very good tailor, Arani." Rorworr grumbles. "I've yet to meet one who can make clothes to fit a Wookie properly."

Rorworr catches the thrown rice ball and eats it, smiling at Kaz's enthusiasm. "Quite a masterpiece of culinary art. This really does rival some of the banquets I've attended." Rorworr quickly loads his plate with a large pile of food, and starts eating contentedly. "How much did he owe you...

Rorworr ponders the odds, then chips in. "Hmm, I think a week is a touch optimistic, but I'll put twenty creds on it being more than three days." The Wookie grins widely at Vor'en. "Wondering what you've got yourself into yet?"

Rorworr face lights up at the word "feast" but fulls at the word "delicacies". In his experience, delicacies tend to come in rather small portions... Rorworr sits in the chair offered to him by Sia, and squezes his knees under the table. Once wedged into position, the Wookie glances around...

"Mmmm, seafood." Rorworr stares in through the window of the restaurant. "Looks a little upmarket from the last time we ate out."

Rorworr comes out of his cabin carrying his bowcaster. "You can never be too careful." He says as he slings the weapon over one shoulder. "Besides, it might stop anyone from challenging me to a duel." He smiles at the assembled crew, looking hopeful. "So, shall we get some lunch?" He...

Rorworr rumbles something that EmTee translates as: "Can I have a hat like that?". The Wookie eyes Deel's headgear with some envy. "And it might be an idea if you helped Kaz. Best to have a shark on your side when dealing with sharks." Rory winks at the Twi'lek.

"We... um... we... traded it in for this lovely new ship!" Rorworr improvises. "Top of the range, and a lot faster than the Mystic Burn. Plus we've reconfigured the AI to a more sunny outlook, and the scanners on this baby are sweet. Just thank our new friend Kaz. You've not met Kaz yet...

"I'll just go see who those folks are, shall I? Good." Rorworr says, quickly getting up from his seat, and away from the remains of his food. Heading down to the airlock, Rory opens the door and steps outside, squinting at the approaching figures.