Rose Lalonde
Good for good
The streets of Coruscant, especially those underground, were specially busy with new and old bustles of people gathered in a giant crowd that sweeps through the city, leaving traces of it's members at destinations, only to sweep again in an endless movement of business. There was one of those people who stood proud and as tall as they could manage on a piece of flat cement, surrounded by rough brown ropes, worn and beaten by years of use. After a moment, the old womanly figure gently cleared her throat, and raised both of her loose robbed arms high into the air as if shouting something of great importance.
"Come, people far and wide, as these tricks of true magic attire are a rarity to see with your naked senses. Come, for just a low price, to see close up if this is possible."