Sith
Having been a mercenary himself for quite a while, it felt strange to the young boy as he walked through the streets of Coruscant. In his hand, was a datapad, containing a list of several members of the famous Mercenaries Guild. There were many capable hunters on the pad, one even being the prey he seeked. A small, lowkey cantina was nearby, it being a rather local place for contractors and their employees to meet. One picture that interested him on the datapad was that of [member="Iris Tyrad"], the teenager's yellow eyes recognizing the man he had rescused aboard the contaminated space station. With a turn of his body, his direction would alter, heading into the dirty cantina. It was filled with smoke, and other unpleasant scents, as well as some nasty looking stains on the wall.
Approaching the bar counter, the boy would take a seat, the bartender rushing forward to examine him. Seeing as he was far below the age of alcohol consumption, the worker would begin to open his mouth, open to complain. However, with a flash of his flaring pupils, the man would back off, resuming his work. Hopefully Ballen-Ist would be able to find the man he seeked.
Approaching the bar counter, the boy would take a seat, the bartender rushing forward to examine him. Seeing as he was far below the age of alcohol consumption, the worker would begin to open his mouth, open to complain. However, with a flash of his flaring pupils, the man would back off, resuming his work. Hopefully Ballen-Ist would be able to find the man he seeked.