Kenrath
Well-Known Member
Viktor smiled shaking his head as he stepped into the Cantina. He wore a cleanly pressed suit not a single piece of lint or dirt to be found anywhere. On each side of him were men also in suits but with a tell tale bulge under their jackets of holstered firearms. They scanned the room like season bodyguards before the trio made their way over to a corner booth. He sat in the center facing out into crowd. The other two men grabbed chairs from a nearby table sitting in them instead of pinning Viktor into the Booth.
His attire may have looked out of place but his demeanor fit in perfectly. He seemed to feel and be completely comfortable in his surroundings. When the server came by Viktor ordered a Corellian Ale paying twice what the drink cost letting the pretty young server keep the difference. Money meant little to him and it was not something he was short on. While not the most pleasant experience at times his service to the One Sith had been a financial win.
[member="Atticus Molyneux"]
His attire may have looked out of place but his demeanor fit in perfectly. He seemed to feel and be completely comfortable in his surroundings. When the server came by Viktor ordered a Corellian Ale paying twice what the drink cost letting the pretty young server keep the difference. Money meant little to him and it was not something he was short on. While not the most pleasant experience at times his service to the One Sith had been a financial win.
[member="Atticus Molyneux"]