Arlan Zy'rosh
Redemption. Duty. Honor.
Jek-Tar Bar
Nar Shaddaa
Being on Nar Shaddaa was not something Arlan ever liked to do, but in certain situations he would force himself unto the smuggler's moon. Tonight his reasons for coming were in the form of a meeting with another potential member for the company, one he had heard a good deal about. Of course he didn't always go out of his way to meet with recruits, but for those with special skills to offer he would make an exception. The man he was meeting with supposedly would provide the company with the undue muscle and skill it would need to take on contracts of a more 'serious' nature. That was something Arlan was highly interested in, seeing as to how all of their contracts up until this point had been that of a high effort, low yield sort. If this , Varik Ryjin, was truly the man of such repute Arlan had been informed of then perhaps this particular trip to the cesspit known as Nar Shaddaa wouldn't be quite so bad after all.So, as it were, Arlan entered the Jek0Tar Bar a local cantina in which he was scheduled to meet with Varik. A quick glance around let Arlan know this was the sort of place wayward mercenaries frequented often, another let him find his way to Varik. He sat at the bar, alone, an air of seriousness over him. Arlan smiled, not finding the man wallowing in the drink was a boon he could count gratefully at this point. Far too many of his compatriots couldn't hold their ale, at least this man could from how it seemed. Arlan approached, ducking in and out of the crowd as he made his way to the bar. His hand would reach for a stool and pull it out next to the man before throwing his hand up to order a drink.
"You're Varik aren't you?" Arlan asked, eyes facing the bartender. "Name's Arlan, I'm here to offer you a job."
[member="Varik Ryjin"]