Harkin Kane
Back In The Saddle
Nar Shaddaa- The Culprit's Course
A hole in the wall place. Nar Shaddaa is known for it's appeal to the scum of the galaxy, and thus the crowds occupying the bar leaves little to the imagination. At least the loud ones anyway. Sure a few characters might be hiding in the shadows of the place, but their identities were there own. And it was up to them if they wanted to be made known.
Tables were scattered on platforms aligning the edges of the bar. The center (dance floor) was equipped with tiles that flickered with vibrant colors keeping steady time to the 'music' that filled the place. The dance floor was crowded. As were many of the booths and tables, but the bar occupied only one.
Harkin sat arms crossed at the bar. His eyes fixed heavily on the brown liquid in the glass before him, bouncing to the noise blasting through out the bar. 'Soon...soon I'll kick this damned habit' With a heavy sigh Harkin lifted the glass to his lips. "But not today." His mark was human, and the mark, Darmurik Solt, made this venue his constant retreat. Of course regardless on Darmurik's appearance tonight or not, Harkin sought only to keep his mind off of his life here of late.
Raised voices quickly turned into shouting at near pazaak table. Harkin adjusted the glass on the able so he might watch the crisis unfold. He had no intentions of interfering, and was curious to see if any one would...
A hole in the wall place. Nar Shaddaa is known for it's appeal to the scum of the galaxy, and thus the crowds occupying the bar leaves little to the imagination. At least the loud ones anyway. Sure a few characters might be hiding in the shadows of the place, but their identities were there own. And it was up to them if they wanted to be made known.
Tables were scattered on platforms aligning the edges of the bar. The center (dance floor) was equipped with tiles that flickered with vibrant colors keeping steady time to the 'music' that filled the place. The dance floor was crowded. As were many of the booths and tables, but the bar occupied only one.
Harkin sat arms crossed at the bar. His eyes fixed heavily on the brown liquid in the glass before him, bouncing to the noise blasting through out the bar. 'Soon...soon I'll kick this damned habit' With a heavy sigh Harkin lifted the glass to his lips. "But not today." His mark was human, and the mark, Darmurik Solt, made this venue his constant retreat. Of course regardless on Darmurik's appearance tonight or not, Harkin sought only to keep his mind off of his life here of late.
Raised voices quickly turned into shouting at near pazaak table. Harkin adjusted the glass on the able so he might watch the crisis unfold. He had no intentions of interfering, and was curious to see if any one would...