Crosten Feyn
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Well, that was an easy delivery. Granted, none if it had been contraband in the true sense. Just some droid parts and materials, delivered to some merchant among many in the commercial district. He wasn't breaking any laws by holding onto it. Technically, Crosten hadn't broken any laws until he'd handed the delivery off, without paying the import fees that would've made the sale legal.
He wouldn't have gotten the job were that so. Crosten knew that. A smuggler's income pretty much relied on some law or regulation being broken; transactions conducted on the up and up had the benefit of more legitimate courier services. 'Course, skirting laws wasn't always hard work, and this had been by far the easiest delivery he'd had in a long while. With his spirits and credits high, Crosten had nowhere to be but was in no real rush to leave. Finding a cantina wouldn't be difficult. His travels had taken him to Commenor often enough that he knew just where to go.
It was during his walk there that something caught his eye. A familiar face, one he'd known he'd seen before. So, Crosten waved his arm high at
Jairdain
to get her attention.
Only to be completely ignored.
"The Kriff?" He uttered under breath, yet loud enough to catch the attention of those passing nearby with dirty looks Crosten didn't notice. The smuggler raised his arm and waved again, in a more exaggerated manner than last time. But even though she'd been facing him directly, the lady just didn't seem give any reaction.
Crosten figured he'd just approach and introduce himself again. Okay, sure, maybe she hadn't recognized him in the crowd either. Probably not, he figured. The smuggler had a pretty good awareness as a matter of professional survival. Having been involved in as many problems gives a smuggler real good incentive to get good at remembering who's who and finding them fast. She was just going about whatever she does day-to-day. No doubt she'd give him no mind until he approached.
So, he did.
By now it should've been clear enough the he was approaching her specifically, or so he'd thought. Regardless of what he knew to be true, and what actually was, Crosten hailed her without warning as she was right near him.
"Hey again!"
He wouldn't have gotten the job were that so. Crosten knew that. A smuggler's income pretty much relied on some law or regulation being broken; transactions conducted on the up and up had the benefit of more legitimate courier services. 'Course, skirting laws wasn't always hard work, and this had been by far the easiest delivery he'd had in a long while. With his spirits and credits high, Crosten had nowhere to be but was in no real rush to leave. Finding a cantina wouldn't be difficult. His travels had taken him to Commenor often enough that he knew just where to go.
It was during his walk there that something caught his eye. A familiar face, one he'd known he'd seen before. So, Crosten waved his arm high at
Jairdain
to get her attention.Only to be completely ignored.
"The Kriff?" He uttered under breath, yet loud enough to catch the attention of those passing nearby with dirty looks Crosten didn't notice. The smuggler raised his arm and waved again, in a more exaggerated manner than last time. But even though she'd been facing him directly, the lady just didn't seem give any reaction.
Crosten figured he'd just approach and introduce himself again. Okay, sure, maybe she hadn't recognized him in the crowd either. Probably not, he figured. The smuggler had a pretty good awareness as a matter of professional survival. Having been involved in as many problems gives a smuggler real good incentive to get good at remembering who's who and finding them fast. She was just going about whatever she does day-to-day. No doubt she'd give him no mind until he approached.
So, he did.
By now it should've been clear enough the he was approaching her specifically, or so he'd thought. Regardless of what he knew to be true, and what actually was, Crosten hailed her without warning as she was right near him.
"Hey again!"
