Munin
Character
"This planet is old." Janin said as the coin slowly rolled across his finger's, taking a small tumble each time before quickly slipping between deft digits only to land on another waiting. He watched the men around him smiling slightly and offering each of them a moment to peer at the coin between his finger's before it quickly slipped away. "Older then most, or perhaps it simply remembers better, who can tell."The cards in his hand shifted slightly, slipping to the left. "Half of you do things that confound me, the other I find fascinating, either way you're quite backwards."
There was a low growl behind him, the sort of noise an unwashed cretin would make when he found that he'd been insulted, or actually realized it. Janin simply smiled, not turning his head but instead staring at the man that sat across the table from him. In the center of that table was a large pile of Aurodium coins, worth more then the entire tavern that this little game of Sabacc was taking place in. The man across from him desperately wanted to win that pile of coins, after all, he needed something to fund the repair of his ship and get off this blasted planet.
Janin could understand that impulse, this world was horribly boring.
Half of it was a tourist trap, the other was simply a backward traditional archipelago. Most still used sail ships to get around the island chain, an odd custom that Janin himself couldn't quite understand. The local innkeeper had told him they liked the simplicity, and so did the tourists that came to stay on this island paradise. He supposed if it earned them money there was no point in stopping it, besides, he could hardly complain when he couldn't even fly a speeder himself.
"Let's be honest though, even simplistic backward idiots like you should know how to properly play Sabacc." He smiled slightly as the man jerked to his left, very likely going for the vibo-sword that he had hanging on his belt, the blaster that normally would have accompanied it laying on Janin's side of the table, a bet earlier won. The younger man simply smirked at his opponent as he decided better of drawing his blade. Instead the man simply shifted forward, sneering at him.
He shifted forward. "Well?"
There was an expectant hush that fell over the small crowd around them.