Post by Rykor on Oct 5, 2008 11:37:45 GMT 1
Rykor enters the cantina, which is virtually empty this afternoon. Having spent some time looking for that Wook - he even had a couple of guys patrol the streets - and not being able to find him, Rykor resorted to hoping that the resourceful, yet very angry, Twi'lek had better luck. He really needed the likes of the Wook and her to escort what he had planned to transport to Nal Hutta. He'd certainly be willing to pay them very well for a job well done.
He sits down at the bar, his jewelry rattling like the teeth of an old rancor trying to chew on a meatless bone. "Barkeep", he says. He might as well order a drink or two while waiting for the Twi'lek to show up with or without the Wook. "Hey, keep!"
He sits down at the bar, his jewelry rattling like the teeth of an old rancor trying to chew on a meatless bone. "Barkeep", he says. He might as well order a drink or two while waiting for the Twi'lek to show up with or without the Wook. "Hey, keep!"
