Tsaagaan Mori

[Ra Vizsla]

Water made it's way into Tsavong's hands, and he sipped from the gourd. He sat in the city Mos Eisley, a wretched hive of scum and villainy...

The cantina buzzed with excitement, with criminals sharing in ale, with the bartender performing tricks like Flaming Ewok Boars and lines of deathsticks off a twi'leks bare stomach. Men gambled, traders traded, women flirted and the whole building seemed to be caught up in a whirlwind of drunken haze.

In the far corner, in the darkest shadows of the cantina, a massive figure sat awaiting his contact. Only two arms were visible on the table, slowly pouring the gourd into the abyssal hood of the giant. Wrapped in rags of cloth, the creature seemed... out of place. Bizarre. As if he were a creature of the night trapped in daylight.

Kraal waited patiently.

[member="Ayden Cater"]

 

[Ayden Cater]

Eventually, he arrived at the cantina. Ayden was not an easy man to find, and indeed had not been found even for this meeting. He kept his eyes and ears out and had found himself invited, a proposition to be given on Tatooine. Far away from any major sectors of the galaxy, Tatooine would be no risk to him to stop and investigate who wanted his attention so badly.

With a mask over his face and a cloak to shelter him from the sand, Ayden made his way into Mos Eisley. He had been provided with coordinates and a time. Even if his curiosity had been peaked, he was not a fool. He kept his senses alert, his presence in the Force hidden. To any casual passerby, he was just another vagrant who got stuck on the planet.

Finding himself in a rather run-down place, Ayden knew almost immediately who it was that he would be meeting. He flagged a bartender and got himself a bottle of whiskey before setting himself down at the table, with all the confidence one might expect of him.

"So." His voice was a bit muffled from the mask, but still carried easily enough in the stars-forsaken place to be heard readily enough. "What is it that you want?"

[member="Tsavong Kraal"]

 

[Ra Vizsla]

[member="Ayden Cater"]

Tsavong leaned in.

"I want what you want," the Myrshavong breathed. "Back in the game."

He slid a few credits across the table to Ayden, as previously discussed.

"I'd also like a ride off this dump world, if it's not too much trouble."