A Traveler
The bar creaked softly in the wind, as the dying fire in the hearth crackled. Only a few drunks were left at this hour, along with Korum Krov who was sitting alone in a booth, whittling. Every so often he would set his knife down, and look around the room while drumming his fingers slowly on the wooden table. He had hoped this job wasn't another dud, but as service droids began to clean booths he was beginning to think his passenger was a no show. "A few more moments" he told the droid as it reached his seat, waving it along towards the next. If his luck kept up he might start having to take bounties again just to make ends meet.
The door to the bar swung wide. Korum pointed his head towards the entrance to see who had just come in.
The door to the bar swung wide. Korum pointed his head towards the entrance to see who had just come in.