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<blockquote data-quote="CANdo" data-source="post: 1677522" data-attributes="member: 21714">SierockThe man walks to your table.&nbsp; He has a confident stride, despite his appearance.&quot;You speak basic?&nbsp; If not, this will be mighty hard...,&quot; he asks, mildly concerned.His eyes swivel, looking for someone.&nbsp; A human walks in the cantina doors. &quot;We'll finish this in a minute.&nbsp; That man might work with you,&quot;.Your contact stands up and walks to greet the late arrival.DralonThe sign above the door features a poor rendition of a human on fire.&nbsp; Below, it reads 'Burning Pirate'.&nbsp; You pull open the doors and walk in.&nbsp; The cantina is dimly lit, and sparsely populated.&nbsp; The local drunk, Kuurt, talks to himself, as he always does.&quot;Hit me again, need some more ale...,&quot; he rocks on his seat, threatening to fall off at any moment.&nbsp; Beer drips down his overgrown beard, falling with a *split, splat* on the floor.A human male in the back corner converses with a humanoid shape.&nbsp; You can't make out exactly what species the humanoid is.&nbsp; Seeing you enter, the human stands up and walks over to greet you.&quot;You there!&nbsp; You're the one I wanted to talk to,&quot; he grins.&nbsp; &quot;Barizarn could use someone like you.&nbsp; Are you interested in mercenary work?&nbsp; Good, good.&nbsp; Come join me, I'm working with another interested in the same thing.&nbsp; Or so I hope,&quot; he flashes you a hopeful smile.The man returns to his table, and pauses his previous conversation to wait for you.TrenYour saviour walks away, melting into the night.&nbsp; You can tell he's wearing a black cloak, and is decked out in black from head to toe.&nbsp; You catch a glimpse at his heavy blaster pistol before he slips it in his holster.&nbsp; Now stranded in a back alley, just saved from one of Jabba's goons, you're scarcely a block from Barizarn's office.&nbsp; The smell from the dead thug still reeks, encouraging anyone passing by to do so quickly, so as to avoid the smell.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CANdo, post: 1677522, member: 21714"] [B]Sierock[/B] The man walks to your table. He has a confident stride, despite his appearance. "You speak basic? If not, this will be mighty hard...," he asks, mildly concerned. His eyes swivel, looking for someone. A human walks in the cantina doors. "We'll finish this in a minute. That man might work with you,". Your contact stands up and walks to greet the late arrival. [B]Dralon[/B] The sign above the door features a poor rendition of a human on fire. Below, it reads 'Burning Pirate'. You pull open the doors and walk in. The cantina is dimly lit, and sparsely populated. The local drunk, Kuurt, talks to himself, as he always does. "Hit me again, need some more ale...," he rocks on his seat, threatening to fall off at any moment. Beer drips down his overgrown beard, falling with a *[I]split, splat[/I]* on the floor. A human male in the back corner converses with a humanoid shape. You can't make out exactly what species the humanoid is. Seeing you enter, the human stands up and walks over to greet you. "You there! You're the one I wanted to talk to," he grins. "Barizarn could use someone like you. Are you interested in mercenary work? Good, good. Come join me, I'm working with another interested in the same thing. Or so I hope," he flashes you a hopeful smile. The man returns to his table, and pauses his previous conversation to wait for you. [B]Tren[/B] Your saviour walks away, melting into the night. You can tell he's wearing a black cloak, and is decked out in black from head to toe. You catch a glimpse at his heavy blaster pistol before he slips it in his holster. Now stranded in a back alley, just saved from one of Jabba's goons, you're scarcely a block from Barizarn's office. The smell from the dead thug still reeks, encouraging anyone passing by to do so quickly, so as to avoid the smell. [/QUOTE]

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