The Reaper of Won Shasot

Location: Taris, the Lower Levels
The former Jedi shuffled through the crowd deftly, avoiding those that milled around him, his hood pulled up over his head, eyes focused on what was before him, hands in the pockets of his jacket, pressing the lining to his body. He made sure that his sabers were not visible. To any pickpocket, a lightsaber would be worth a fortune. To anyone on Taris...well it meant a number of things, none of which were good for the Rogue.
Dax took a turn, taking him away from the main walkways. The man strode down the wide, dimly lit street. On either side of him, warehouses towered, some boarded up, other so rusting and dilapidated, it was a wonder they still stood. A seldom few appeared to actually house things, and even fewer seemed to be reasonably safe to enter.
Three beings milled about out side one of the rusting warehouses. Not nearly as dangerous as those that surrounded it, but standing so near the building still concerned the Knight.
"I'm looking for Harvus Rhee" Dax said to one of the three, a Duros. A Twi'lek male, who was leaning against the red tinged wall behind himself was the one who answered, "Who's asking?"
"Someone with credits." a short clatter echoed through the empty street as several credit chips landed on the floor before the Twi'lek. The Twi'lek's eyes darted from the credits, back to Dax, to the credits, and then rested on Dax. He bent down and picked up the credits, never breaking eye contact with the Rogue, even as the credits entered the his pockets. "Well you've found him. How can I help you."
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