Neivon taken a shuttle down to Atzerri from one of its many spaceports. As he made his way down into the Planet's Capital, Talos; he had become bombarded with vendors offering to sell their goods and wares to the Bounty Hunter. Seemed his Beskar'gam appearance didn't put the locals off. In fact, Neivon was noticing they seemed too infatuated with selling him stuff in-comparison with others. In a fit of frustration, Neivon pulled out his C-300 blaster pistol.
"I'm busy here, try selling to me again and you might find a blaster bolt going through your skull," He threatened. His hardships (mainly Six-Eyes) had made him a bit more sour mouth than what he was practically used to; at least in terms of impulsive action, but he knew it was necessary for con-artists like these guys. Even with all the open day theivery, tourists still came here. And with that thought, Neivon spotted a couple looking around in awe of the planet. It was an entertainment corner, and the couple looked liked easy prey for others.
Neivon swiveled himself around as he headed to his destination which Six-Eyes told him of. It wasn't his problem if their stuff gets stolen; but made a contract out of it and Neivon might just do it. Doing things out of goodwill just wasn't life anymore. At least for the Bounty Hunter. Too many a time he got in deep poodoo following his heart. Now he has a Dashade sharing it and no way of letting them out.
Neivon pasted through the gilded swept corners, ignoring booths and stands around which were trying to sell him stuff, stuff he would definitely have no use for. Six-Eyes had told him to meet at Club Keruyi. He told him the matter was of upmost important. But then why would they meet at a friggin Cantina and not just Six-Eye's own damn ship. Neivon cursed to himself, having to experience troubling things to get to his employer. Holding out a holomap, Neivon followed the inconsistency wave of information on the screen as it constantly changed based on his location. It would truly be easier to just take a taxi or rocket there, but Neivon was a bit tight on fuel; and money.