Thorald Magnusson
Character
Walking into the Cantina he made his way to the bar ordering a Corellian ale looking around. He had just arrived on Courasant from a trip to Naboo he had just made to do some "business." He looked around the room looking for anyone he knew or anyone that looked, well interesting.
As he got his drink he stood up walking to a corner seat and sitting down so he could see the whole cantina. He felt for his blaster pistol in his leg holster, feeling it there he felt a little better. He looked around the Cantina once more, seeing women seducing their victims for the night, along with some men. On the other hand the shady deals where continuing there in the dark corners of the cantina, whether it was illegal goods, or a job with a very illegal person he couldn't tell and didn't care to know. He kept sipping on his ale, if he had been human the buzz would have been felt right now but his double livers from his Zeltron heritage helped process the ale where he didn't feel the effects of it, his mind as sharp as ever.
[member="Brooklyn Justice"]
As he got his drink he stood up walking to a corner seat and sitting down so he could see the whole cantina. He felt for his blaster pistol in his leg holster, feeling it there he felt a little better. He looked around the Cantina once more, seeing women seducing their victims for the night, along with some men. On the other hand the shady deals where continuing there in the dark corners of the cantina, whether it was illegal goods, or a job with a very illegal person he couldn't tell and didn't care to know. He kept sipping on his ale, if he had been human the buzz would have been felt right now but his double livers from his Zeltron heritage helped process the ale where he didn't feel the effects of it, his mind as sharp as ever.
[member="Brooklyn Justice"]