Deneve Verd
Huntress.
"Meet me on Nar Shaddaa. We need to talk."
She had left him, the father of her children and her husband a message and the coordinates to find her this evening along with a message that she wished to speak with him.
It took a lot to spur Deneve into action. A lot. Yet it took even more to anger the woman to the point of violence or drinking; It seemed her husband was capable of doing both this evening.
So it really wasn't any surprise when the woman found herself within the bar on Nar Shaddaa that had played a part in reuniting her parents. Located within the back of the seedy establishment, the woman would raise a glass of whiskey to her lips and down it. Her fingers drumming against the table in an impatient manner. She really didn't know what she would say to him. Perhaps get the basic pleasantries out of the way then approach why she had called him here. She was drinking so that would take an edge off of the anger she felt at the man she had married. Mistakes were made.
Leaning back within her chair, she would glance around at those in high spirits and sigh, she used to be like them able to drink away her worries and cares.. Yet now she didn't have the luxury.. She had responsibilities, to her father, her children and perhaps to her husband depending on how this encounter went.
[member="Fos Misao"]
She had left him, the father of her children and her husband a message and the coordinates to find her this evening along with a message that she wished to speak with him.
It took a lot to spur Deneve into action. A lot. Yet it took even more to anger the woman to the point of violence or drinking; It seemed her husband was capable of doing both this evening.
So it really wasn't any surprise when the woman found herself within the bar on Nar Shaddaa that had played a part in reuniting her parents. Located within the back of the seedy establishment, the woman would raise a glass of whiskey to her lips and down it. Her fingers drumming against the table in an impatient manner. She really didn't know what she would say to him. Perhaps get the basic pleasantries out of the way then approach why she had called him here. She was drinking so that would take an edge off of the anger she felt at the man she had married. Mistakes were made.
Leaning back within her chair, she would glance around at those in high spirits and sigh, she used to be like them able to drink away her worries and cares.. Yet now she didn't have the luxury.. She had responsibilities, to her father, her children and perhaps to her husband depending on how this encounter went.
[member="Fos Misao"]