Lurcano Car'dann
"Kark you, I won't do what you tell me."
Seated on a chair in some backwater cantina on Nar Shaddaa, Lurcano was cleaning out his nails. Ever since he'd been a child, his nails had grown particularly long in a rather short amount of time. He could never be bothered to cut them though. The result were disgusting looked fingernails, caked with dirt blood and the various other things that Lurcano had manged to get underneath his fingernails. 'Sexy as chit isn't it?' Lurcano thought this as he wiped his the tip of his Tehk'la blade clean against the table he was seated at.
He was waiting for someone. It was another job he'd undertaken. This time he was training someone in knife combat. 'Let's hope to god that this one is slightly more, well. Alive. Then the other person. Not being hungover would be a good start.' He sighed as he kept his eyes trained at the door. He was unsure of who he was going to be training, all he knew was that she was a Fringer. He had obviously kept his little excursion private from the rest of the fellow Ravens. Something told Lurcano that they wouldn't take him "fratenizing" with the enemy to kindly. But Lurcano did what he wanted, and that included not giving a kark.
[member="Seanna Vel"]
He was waiting for someone. It was another job he'd undertaken. This time he was training someone in knife combat. 'Let's hope to god that this one is slightly more, well. Alive. Then the other person. Not being hungover would be a good start.' He sighed as he kept his eyes trained at the door. He was unsure of who he was going to be training, all he knew was that she was a Fringer. He had obviously kept his little excursion private from the rest of the fellow Ravens. Something told Lurcano that they wouldn't take him "fratenizing" with the enemy to kindly. But Lurcano did what he wanted, and that included not giving a kark.
[member="Seanna Vel"]