Sero took another swig from his beer as the two men near him continued their conversation almost oblivious to his presence, the one man who seemed from Sero’s point of view to be the more inebriated of the two seemed to be telling the other his whole life story, His affiliation with the black sun, his falling on hard times, but the part that peaked Sero’s interest was when he mentioned a job. Well more a suicide mission than a job, he wanted help scouring that frozen hell-hole Rhen Var for a force artifact, an apparently hotly contested artifact. So if the search didn’t kill you, the Sith or the JedI would.
The other man seemed to have the same idea and shot him down. Sero on the other hand was interested but he never heard what kind of credits he would pull for a job like that, he didn’t know if he could even trust this stranger who was now offering the job to Sero. He went to answer just as the bartender set a drink down next to him, he tried to explain to her that he didn’t order the drink when she pointed at Drex and said it came from him. Sero had no idea what to make of that, why would he be sent a drink from a stranger, what did the man want? He may as well go and find out, It would be rude not to, wouldn’t it?
Sero grabbed the flameout, got out of seat standing his full height and showing off his rather impressive size and walked to go stand near the two gentlemen.
“depends on how much that ‘heavy job’ pays me, friend.” he said addressing [member="Tel Rhan"]
“Thanks for the drink, mate, can I ask what I did to deserve it?” he questioned [member="Drex Skyreaper"] still not sure of the man’s intentions and not at all trustful and that distrust clearly seeped into the question.