James Justice
Charting new Paths
Location: The Angel's Den, Dal'bor, Soceras
James was sitting in his private lounge, waiting. The couch's red leather seats conformed around him perfectly in a hedonistic display of opulence. The smells of alcohol, spice, and pleasure from the dance floor in the stories bellow mixed with the smells of the flowers and gorgeous perfumes. Waiters and waitresses, alike, the definition of the galaxy's most gorgeous beings stood waiting on James. Several guards were posted at the door, massive wall window, and around the room. A conocopia of pleasures were sprawled across the table.
This was how a crime lord did business. More specifically, this was how James Justice, lord of the Vice City of Dal'Bor, did business. He was expecting the renowned [member="Matsu Ike"] who he had heard was one of the Jedi's most premiere craftswomen. While James had a general scorn for the Saber Jockeys, he had a great deal of respect for someone, anyone, who was able to reach down in themselves and create something out of seemingly nothing. Almost like he had, it was a trait he rarely found in others, but one that he deemed deserved more respect than all the baby kissing and hand shaking in the universe.
He took a pull from one of the alcoholic bottles as he waited, for him business was as much about having a good time as it was about being successful. He was generally good at both.
James was sitting in his private lounge, waiting. The couch's red leather seats conformed around him perfectly in a hedonistic display of opulence. The smells of alcohol, spice, and pleasure from the dance floor in the stories bellow mixed with the smells of the flowers and gorgeous perfumes. Waiters and waitresses, alike, the definition of the galaxy's most gorgeous beings stood waiting on James. Several guards were posted at the door, massive wall window, and around the room. A conocopia of pleasures were sprawled across the table.
This was how a crime lord did business. More specifically, this was how James Justice, lord of the Vice City of Dal'Bor, did business. He was expecting the renowned [member="Matsu Ike"] who he had heard was one of the Jedi's most premiere craftswomen. While James had a general scorn for the Saber Jockeys, he had a great deal of respect for someone, anyone, who was able to reach down in themselves and create something out of seemingly nothing. Almost like he had, it was a trait he rarely found in others, but one that he deemed deserved more respect than all the baby kissing and hand shaking in the universe.
He took a pull from one of the alcoholic bottles as he waited, for him business was as much about having a good time as it was about being successful. He was generally good at both.