[BT]
He was tense. Too tense for comfort. Tevro finished the drink that was left in the cup on the metal counter, which was followed by two others back to back, ushered in by a rather startled bartender. He sighed and stood up, as always, taking a moment to assess the place around him after all the fighting died down. Chairs were scattered across the bar, bar stool legs were broken into pieces and strewn across the only entrance and exit to the facility. He turned his eye to the patrons of this fine establishment. Most were leaving, others were passed out or in a stupor, some, like him, were conscious to be aware of their surroundings and they could find their way home somewhat safely. Tevro shurgged, shaking off the bit of drowsiness that hung over him. He left the "lively" pub and boarded his shuttle, sitting in the cockpit and plotting a course to the Hutt's Palace.
~
[T]
He arrived in what seemed like a matter of moments, the Palace was far more ornate than one would think that a Hutt inhabited. The Zabrak left the shuttle about a half mile from the Palace itself, preferring to walk to his destination. He saw a crowd of combatants who were ready to seize this opportunity for their own gain or illusion of some off-world glory. He scoffed, entering the main plaza of the Palace to wait on further instructions. Tevro leaned against the wall, the black cloak and black hood on his head further shadowing his figure.
[member="Enos"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="SiRiDio"] | [member="Triam Akovin"]