Songdragon
Explorer
Mir looks to Darius and considers a moment and answers, "Not very well, surface emotions perhaps, but little beyond that." She shrugs in an I'm sorry kind of way.
Mir looks to Darius and considers a moment and answers, "Not very well, surface emotions perhaps, but little beyond that." She shrugs in an I'm sorry kind of way.
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Mack has a wry smile, the corners of his mouth barely turned up, as he quietly whispers, "Nobody shot at us, buddy. I just cannot help to feel that the wrong frakker ended up in the dungeon.""Hey, dan't sweat it too much, Mack man," noticing his mood, Sloor wraps a muscular arm around the human's shoulders and squeezes -- not too much though. "Sawmebawdy shoots at your spirks, you frekking shoot back."
"What? You think pawisan's less deadly than a blaster shawt taw the face awr sawmething?" half-jokes Sloor, before settling. "She *did* choose taw pull the trigger, Mack. But yeah: we gawt the assassin, nawt the frekking killers... Would feel better if we had at least beaten thawse grouper freks taw an inch awf their- And here's the med drawid: we may get awer chance fawr a decent beatdawn yet, Mack man!" The besalisk gives the human a consoling/encouraging shake before letting go and closing in on the action by Darga's dais. Come on dice: give me a tailored poison with an owner's tag on every third molecule!Mack has a wry smile, the corners of his mouth barely turned up, as he quietly whispers, "Nobody shot at us, buddy. I just cannot help to feel that the wrong frakker ended up in the dungeon... But hey, that's the way the galaxy spins."
"Alright. Haw exawtic is this stuff..." Sloor reads the neatly stencilled bit on the side of the droid's head, "... H6T1? We talking hawsehawld cleaner awr what?" You spirks help me out here, he silently mouthes to his three companions. This frekking detective stuff ain't exactly part of his usual bag of tricks...The med droid sticks an appendage in the wine and its eyes flash slightly for a few seconds. "It appears that the poison couldn't kill a Hutt, but make him very sick. It is likely that the poisoner did not know that a Hutt's metabolism would fight off the poison so much that he'd only have a stomach ache," he analyzes.
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