Kerrick Sereta
Errant
Smuggling was a largely profitable business, depending on what jobs you were taking. And the credits were fairly easy to make, even when it came to the more difficult to please employers. That was one of the reasons the profession attracted so many to its calling, but also why they ultimately failed. Those out for money with no real idea of what to expect were snuffed out quickly, typically by rivals who had taken the same job. It was an unforgiving life, living on the fringes of society. But that just so happened to be the way that Kerrick liked it. Living on the edges with no real permanent place of residence meant less people that were able to get a mark on you, which in turn meant that there was less hassle to deal with in the way of bounty hunters. Not that the Epicanthix hybrid ever elicited that sort of attention from anyone.
But it seemed someone else did. They watched with disinterest as a man was apprehended across the bar and taken off to who knows where. That was yet another benefit of going unnoticed by most: you could watch scenarios such as this unfold without in turn being watched yourself. It was a luxury most took for granted, but they knew just how nice it was to not be the center of anyone's attention. Their childhood could attest to that, along with their sightless left eye.
It was a typical scene for a bar frequented by bounty hunters and smugglers alike, and as such no one batted an eye. Currently seated near the back of said bar with booted feet kicked up on the table, whiskey in hand, nor did they. And that wasn't the only thing that had caught their attention. With their decidedly masculine appearance, no one had deemed to approach them just yet, something that was silently noted. That seemed to be the key to going relatively unseen in venues similar to this one. But something told them that would change very soon.
[member="Cross Ikon"], [member="Rik'Tani"]
But it seemed someone else did. They watched with disinterest as a man was apprehended across the bar and taken off to who knows where. That was yet another benefit of going unnoticed by most: you could watch scenarios such as this unfold without in turn being watched yourself. It was a luxury most took for granted, but they knew just how nice it was to not be the center of anyone's attention. Their childhood could attest to that, along with their sightless left eye.
It was a typical scene for a bar frequented by bounty hunters and smugglers alike, and as such no one batted an eye. Currently seated near the back of said bar with booted feet kicked up on the table, whiskey in hand, nor did they. And that wasn't the only thing that had caught their attention. With their decidedly masculine appearance, no one had deemed to approach them just yet, something that was silently noted. That seemed to be the key to going relatively unseen in venues similar to this one. But something told them that would change very soon.
[member="Cross Ikon"], [member="Rik'Tani"]