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The Madness of The Nights (Marmora)

Dalansa

Little Miss Psychopath
Her silent form silhouetted in the corner of an old cantina, Dalansa listened. Talk of a new ring, one with tighter security, was brewing. But other stories flew around as well. Word of a powerful sorceress, attempting to release an ancient being of destruction.
So something like a Sith Lord? She thought to herself, taking a drink. That brought a bitter smile to her lips. Even though they seemed her hope, she hated being even remotely connected to them. It limited what she could do. Some didn't sell to them. Others hunted them down. All that it had gotten her was a little more power. Nothing more.
But she couldn't do much right now. And so, she sat in the corner, sipping her drink.
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Marmora

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Nar Shaddaa, a world of corruption and darkness, where wretches of the galaxy gathered and attempted to find their fortune in one way or another. Many were refugees that would soon enough be taken advantage of by the local Hutts or what ever criminal element decided to get their hands on their beings first. For her, the Dark Lady that slowly walked through the crowded and busy streets, it was a paradise of those that had fallen from the grace of their own society. Thrown to the darkness and left to be forgotten. The Dark :Lady though was there for that very reason, the thousands upon thousands of dejected and forgotten beings that had no where left to turn. With a subtle smirk she stepped into a small bar, one of many that was brightly lit with neon and dancers to draw others in. For her though she merely passed that all by, preferring to find herself in the back corner in the dark.

Carefully sliding into the booth, she crossed one leg over the other, a semblance of some form of lady like manners. If anything her clothing itself would be the one to draw attention beyond anything else she could or possibly would do. After all, it wasn't that difficult to notice someone wearing a headdress such as hers when one was on Nar Shaddaa. She was already sure that there were those looking at it and wondering how much they could get for the piece should they become the new owners. Of course the Dark Lady often didn't let many others near her, as the last person whom approached her in a cantina as similar as the one she found herself in now had wound up dead.

At that moment the Dark Lady just leaned back in her seat. Her arms crossing under her sizable bust as she exhaled. The little Twi'lek waitress had been nice enough to consider taking her order. She was never one for alcoholic drinks, nor did she want her mind or actions clouded. Then again there wasn't much to drink beyond such things, though a safe bet was always blue milk. Then again with it being Nar Shaddaa, it was possible she might be served a green milk due to it having spoiled.

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