Sargon Vynea
Spencer's guard unicorn
The warm sun had gone down beyond the horizon on Coruscant, a world Sargon would never have thought to visit. In truth though he was very pleased he had visited. He'd come as a diplomat from the Fringe to bring economic possibilities with the Republic, and in truth he hoped they would be successful as they would bring shared prosperity. However his business was concluded for the day, and he owed a man a drink. As such he'd sent a message to @[member="Philip J. Halen"]: If I remember correctly I promised you a drink once upon a time. Well I happen to be in Coruscant and if you'd like to join me I'll keep that promise. I'll be at the Palm Tree if you'd care to join.
Getting himself a good Iridonian whiskey Sargon leaned back in a both and waited to see who would arrive.
@[member="Aella Cadeyrn"] Feel free to join here if you'd like
@anyone else... its public feel free
Getting himself a good Iridonian whiskey Sargon leaned back in a both and waited to see who would arrive.
@[member="Aella Cadeyrn"] Feel free to join here if you'd like
@anyone else... its public feel free