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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 2047248" data-attributes="member: 8243">2nd Lt Devlin, Imperial soldier.Devlin leans back in his chair, taking a relaxed posture. He keeps his voice low and unhurried."We have a couple of hours. So lets give it a quarter of a hour, then we can get a little more proactive. Of course, it would be a lot easier if we knew what it was that we were hoping to learn. I suppose we could start with the western desert."Did you see the Jawas out there? I really would like to talk to some of them. If the reports are true, they spend alot of their time prowling around the desert looking for scrap. At least, the around fringes of the desert."Over the next fifteen minutes, Devlin monitors the crowd in the bar to find someone likely to know a little about the desert, and the Jawa. A trip to the pisser gives him an opportunity to move through the room and pick up a little more of the conversations.If nothing happens in that time, he finishes up his drink and turns to Sri. "I'm going to do a bit of asking around. You want to stay here and keep an eye on things?"Then he heads off towards whoever he has identified as the most likely to have something useful to say.</blockquote>