Lysle looked down at the dampener, "Fair enough," he commented to the price of five hundred credits. He craned his neck at the entrance of another customer, he scoffed. These stores didn't get many visitors. It was probably as full as it was going to get this week, or had ever been. He glanced back to the dampener and moved towards another shelf, starting to pile his desired objects under his arm. The distinct sound of a pistol being drawn from its holster pinged in his ears, and then the Phew! of a blaster. "Woah, nelly!" Lysle exclaimed, dropping the metal devices onto the ground with a clatter. A snap-hiss and the room was illuminated by an azure blade. The smuggler instinctively curled his hands around a .48-caliber Enforcer Pistol he'd won in a shock boxing match. He pulled it free, twisting his body around to face the two that were about to tango. He nodded his head side to side as Glyph spoke, "Now miss, Did you have a bounty? Im afraid but its my bad, you wont be collecting it, this man has a family and you can't rob them of a father." Lysle spoke, merely to play devils advocate, "Well in all fairness, mate, having a family shouldn't stop someone from being killed. Like hey, it didn't stop my parents from being gunned, yah feel?"
@[member='Glyph'], @[member='Sigourney Xanthius '],