
A night on Nal Hutta was one to be avoided if it could be done. Revora despised this planet and dreaded every time she had to carry cargo to or from this slimy swampy mess of depravity. Seeing the monuments and statues of past hutts done so as show of wealth, power, and gaudy taste. Meanwhile the air was moist is the worst way possible as Revora could feel her fur dampen with Nal hutta air as the hot and humid climate worked it's misery. She was here to drop off a bounty for a hutt lord and then scamper out of this planet. She was though stuck here for a bit after the dock she had landed decided to do a 'courtesy' service, aka dismantling her ship's engines in search of fake problems they could charge her for. Needless to say she had chewed them out for that and with some name dropping managed to get the crews to agree to put her ship back together free of charge. It meant however she was forced to stay here for a night longer then she intended.
So Revora got curious and began to play the role of wayfaring stranger. Walking about the city and shops to see if there was anything of interest whether it be illicit firearms, cargo, or people. She had begun to wander farther and farther out of the cities core and rather odd structure and more to the outskirts. An area of sketchy slums and danger that was likely to become alive with all sorts of danger once the last bits of light from the set sun receded. Her eyes and ears open as she walked the hastily made dirt streets and bazaars.
The Mandalorian was thirsty for some action and perhaps some lucrative contacts after all this was the kind of place where the right person knew a guy that knew a guy that could get you anything you wanted. Anything was possible. Who knows maybe she could find some that could give a fake TSE iff code and maybe even a id to go with it. Though her mind had to stop as she heard a commotion coming from one of the back alleys, her street instincts telling her trouble was afoot. Ducking into the alley she wandered near the source of the noise as her right hand hovered over her holster. The shadows and her armor concealing her from sight. Reaching a corner she would slowly peak her head over to see what was going on.
