Ghruna
Daughter of Jhyrack
Anet Raine
The Abregado night winds pushed a chill through the streets.
Darsun Crossing was a quiet town between two major cities. It had once been a mining colony. There were plenty of hotels and bars.
Inside one of those bars Ghruna sat at a table that looked just a little too small for her.
The bench creaked faintly under her weight. Her horns almost brushed a hanging light fixture whenever she shifted. A glass sat in front of her, untouched, while the rest of the room hummed with quiet conversation and music from a cracked speaker.
Across the street, visible through the dusty window, stood the Crosswind Hotel. Three storeys of cheap durasteel panels and flickering lights. Nothing impressive.
But their quarry was inside.
Jedi Master Elira Vael had checked in an hour earlier.
Ghruna had watched her arrive. The woman had walked calmly to the entrance. No guards. No weapons drawn. Just quiet confidence.
It was irritating for some reason.
Ghruna leaned forward, forearms resting on the table, eyes still on the hotel.
