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[Lief]

The green skinned Trandoshan snarled as the klaxon sounded; she could feel him eyeing her up as one might a fine cut of steak, the knowledge that he'd be wiping the floor with her affirmed upon his grizzled expression. Mae flexed her fists within the gauntlets, hearing the hissing of the electrical current which wormed its way throughout.

It didn't take the foreboding creature more than a second to step within range of her, and as though he needn't use the gloves for which the sport had garnered its name he brought one lumbering foot up to kick at her stomach.

How boring it must be inside the mind of such a fool. Is it the humanoid in me? Or perhaps my gender? Maybe it's simply that I haven't made a name for myself here in the 'Court...

Either way it was his loss in the end.

Sidestepping the foot just before it hit home, Mae brought her shockgaunts down to crack against his outstretched leg, more specifically against the knee, and swept her foot against other. From outside the arena the crowd went wild, some of them roaring the beast's name while others goaded her on.

Unfortunately her reptilian friend quickly caught himself, and stuck his elbow into her jaw. Seemed the oaf was quicker on his feet than he appeared, and soon she was spitting blood. The pair drew back from one another for just a second, before this time Mae herself leaped in with an uppercut to his bony chest.

She could feel him quiver for just a second as the volts shook through him. The likelihood of it tearing him from the fight, however, was slim to none. She could not afford to rest just yet.

 

[Leos Palle]

Shockboxing was an interesting sport. On one hand is was basically just who could land the most blows, much like regular boxing or any other form of hand to hand combat. On the other, the addition of the shock issues from the gloves meant that you couldn't just charge into a brawl or you'd get absolutely wrecked by the person that you were fighting against. It took finesse to be successful at this sort of thing. You had to feel out your opponent, learn how they moved, block their strike and counter with your own. You always wanted to stay away from the gloves, so getting tangled up together was out of the question, unlike in regular boxing.

And going to the floor? That was just stupid.

He sipped his ale from back in the crowd as he watched the Trandoshan and the woman fight. Trandoshans were a brutal species. The girl was good, but he couldn't be sure she was good enough to win the fight, which is why he'd abstained from betting. There was something about her that he felt gave her an edge, but it was that same something that worried him too. Betting on her was just too much of a risk, especially since the money he'd be betting was the crews pay. If he lost that, he'd be in some deep shab, to say the least.

"What do you think, kid? We going to be cleaning her body out of the ring when Tuz is done with her?"

Athelus shrugged his shoulders, twirling the glass in his hand.

"Hard to say, Warroc. She's got skill, but she's a newcomer. Can't bet on newcomers. Tuz is undefeated, too. She should have started small and worked her way up."

"That's probably true," the Gand said as they both continued to watch the fight.

Port Nadir was a stopping point for him and the crew of The Vestigial Light. More often than not they got their best leads on contracts from Warroc and his people. Their reputation for getting the job done, even when they get caught, had earned them repetitive service. Warroc had come to fancy them, so whenever they stopped by, Athelus made a point of seeking the Gand out if only to say hello and see how the old bugger was doing. BB-22 whistled from within the crowd of onlookers. He'd taken even more of a fancy to watching the fight than Athelus had. Little blighter was lucky Warroc let him in.

"Guess we'll see," Athelus said, finishing his ale. "She's got spunk, if nothing else."

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

Her focus shrunk inward on itself. She drowned out the crowd as effortlessly as one might turn the volume down on their holostation, rolled her shoulders back, and narrowed her eyes just a touch until all she saw, all she could sense, was the beast before her.

Mae had no love of Trandoshan. She found them extremely self-righteous, with all their talk of the Scorekeeper. The way they put so much on success. Failure was not an option. But if you did not face failure in some respect, how were you ever to grow? Most admired them, she simply found them foolish.

Undefeated champion of the Court. That's what Tuz was. He had made quite a name for himself over the years. He had been in this game for longer than Mae could remember years of her life, and yet that wasn't necessarily a positive thing. His tactics had become a little too obvious to those who bothered to watch him rather than the overall fights he partook in, and his body wasn't what it was.

She had been on Point Nadir for a few weeks now. Every other day Tuz took to the ring, and then wasted away in the cantinas afterward with drinks a plenty. Always running his mouth about all the battles he'd won both in and out of the arena.

Watching was a specialty of hers.

He towered over her almost effortlessly, and beside him she appeared like little more than a child. As he lumbered over toward her, a little uneasy on the right leg she'd smashed, the Trandoshan lifted both hands up over his head and prepared to rain them down upon Mae.

She could feel the edge of the arena to her right and behind her. When had she allowed herself to be backed into a corner? She had not even a second to make her decision, and when his hands lowered she ran forward before sliding right between his legs.

His fists hit the ground just moments later, shaking the arena floor just a touch. Had that hit landed, she had no doubt she'd have been down for the count. Hospitalized or worse. Many would see her as a fool right now, a silly little girl who had bitten off more than she could chew.

Perhaps they were right.

She rose up and turned in unison, and before Tuz was facing her she brought her hands up in a guard before striking out at the base of his spine. The gut wrenching roar it brought forth from the Trandoshan all but caused her head to split, but she carried on regardless.

As he sunk to his knees she drove both fists down against his hunching shoulders, allowing the shock to ricochet down his back. One foot lifted to push him forward, and before she knew it the giant who had lumbered over her was laying face first against the durasteel ground.

A few moments later he rolled onto his back. All the humour was gone from his expression, instead a stern resolve overtook his sense of humiliation as he leaped up to his feet and staggered toward her.

Giant by name, giant by nature.

 

[Leos Palle]

"Well, she's knocked him down. Can't say I've seen many others do that," Warroc said, tapping his fingers against the wall that he and Athelus stood against. "If she thinks that's enough, though, she's got another thing coming!"

Athelus mulled his cheek a bit as he watched on. There was definitely something about her that Warroc couldn't see. All the old Gand saw was a girl that was delaying her inevitable pasting. It was entirely probably that she would end up either losing badly, or winning a narrow victory, based on what he'd seen so far. She fought with tenacity and a skill that many hadn't displayed. Most of those who fought Tuz were drunk and just wanted to brawl. They didn't fight him with poise, thinking on their feet as they battled a dangerous opponent. The girl, though, she even knew how to get out of a tough situation where most would die.

BB-22 rolled over to where he was standing and whirred at him. He lofted a brow and then shrugged. Apparently the BB droid was aware that there was something else about her. He scratched his chin.

"Still taking bets, Warroc?"

"Nah, betting's closed, but I'll make ya a personal wager," the Gand said, looking a little too greedy.

"I'll wager my crews wages and my ship that the girl ends up beating Tuz."

The Gang balked at this, looking between the Mirialan he assumed was crazy, and the BB droid that apparently had some screws loose. He couldn't understand Binary like Athelus could, but it didn't really matter. He could tell when he was about to strike it rich.

"Deal. If I lose, you get double the credits and I'll give you the deed to the cantina! But you're not going to win!"

Athelus just shrugged his shoulders, his eyes glued to the girl now. There was definitely a feeling he was getting from her. Not that he'd seen her before, he knew that feeling, but one that wafted to him of the Force unbidden. He had a strong feeling that she was going to win this fight now, even more so that BB-22 confirmed that she was reacting to his movements just a hair before he made them. She might have found herself caught in situations, but she knew how to get out of them too quickly for someone who'd never been in the ring before. Either this girl was playing with Tuz, and was going to beat the crap out of him, or he was going to be broke and without a ship.

He was pretty sure it was the former. The Force usually didn't lie when it gave him feelings or visions.

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

One step. Two step. Whack.

Mae felt the surge of electricity for but a moment as the gaunts slammed into her chest. The impact caused her to stagger back, and a snarl pulled at her lips, yet if anything the strike seemed to empower her even more. She drew upon the energy which crackled through her skin and once again rolled back her shoulders, meeting Tuz's gaze squarely. The Trandoshan seemed as shocked as the rest of the crowd, who gasped in unison when - without skipping a beat - she took one strong step forward and punched him in the gut.

He moved a lot further than he ought to have, given the size of his attacker. Far be it for Mae to dismiss the chance she had been given, or to waste the energy at her fingertips, she had channeled all she had absorbed from his previous blow into her own assault. And he went flying across the arena. When he landed he didn't move, just a slight twitch in his right foot.

The klaxon sounded again, to mark the halfway point, and Mae took a few steps to her own corner of the ring to take a brief breather. Her eyes never left the Trandoshan though. His manager, or at least someone with a vested interest, was dragging him back to the side, and she overheard the distinct accusation of foul play.

She resisted the urge to smirk. There were no rules in this place. So long as melee weapons and ranged weapons weren't used, everything else was fair play. And as everyone could see, Mae had nothing but her shockgloves.

Tuz, she noticed, was shaking his head, while his manager was doing a poor job of keeping his tone under control.

"What's wrong, Greenskin, afraid you're gonna lose to a girl?"

She couldn't let him fold, not when she was just getting started!

Force, did the minute intervals drag...

[member="Athelus Palle"]

 

[Leos Palle]

"What?" Warroc asked, looking astonished.

Athelus only sucked his cheek inward and mulled it for a moment. He was not a trained Force user like his brothers were. Of course that was assuming Eli had actually continued training with the Jedi. Since he'd been unable to find his youngest sibling it was impossible to say if that was the case or not. Still, he had to assume it was. Either way, the status of Eli wasn't the point here. What was, however, was the fact that he knew what he had seen. That moment when she'd been struck by the gloves that Tuz wore, sending the surge of electricity against her skin, had been the telltale sign that he'd needed to confirm the truth. BB-22 chirruped in confirmation as well.

The girl was a practiced Force user at worst.

He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned a shoulder against the wall as the bell sounded. Tuz was a wreck from the blow. There was some murmuring of foul play, but it wasn't really possible to tamper with gauntlets in a way that would give her greater strength. A few might put two and two together, but it was hardly likely. Force users weren't exactly a mainstay of Point Nadir society. Dealing with their kind there was rare, and most of the patrons of the place did their best to avoid them when they weren't at the port.

"Did she really just knock him square on his karing shebs?" the Gand asked again.

"She did," Athelus replied, his eyes settled squarely on the girl.

Whether she noticed him or not didn't matter. He knew, in essence, what she was. But he did decide that if she noticed it might throw her off, so he forced himself to pull his eyes away and look at the big Trandoshan as he was being tended to in the corner. If she could take him to this limit he had no doubt she was going to win. There were going to be a lot of angry people in the place when she did. She might not realize it now, but since few if anyone there had bet on her, they stood to lose a lot of money when she beat the Trandoshan. She was going to be in for a world of hurt unless she had an out.

"22," he said, glancing down at the droid. "Roll over to the backroom door and get it prepped to open at a moments notice, would ya?"

The droid chirped and rolled off, leaving him alone with Warroc.

"What did you ask him to do that for?" the Gand asked.

"You'll see soon. Just wait."

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

"I'm not fighting her" the Trandoshan snarled, much to the dissatisfaction of his manager, "Scorekeeper knows that one more hit like that and I'll be down for the count, and then what? You know what the docs said! Easy fights, take it easy! This ain't taking it eas--"

One sharp ringing broke through his words, the warning of the approaching second round.

"Now you listen 'ere, if you lose this damn fight there'll be 'ell to pay. For her, but for you too. And me. Now get your arse off the floor and beat her to a damn pulp! She's just a girl, and a little one at that!"

Mae felt the sharp gaze of the Trandoshan stinging into her soul the moment that her insult hit the air. Seconds later he was on his feet. Much better.

The pair met in the center of the ring as the klaxon marking the second round rang out. Before the sound had even worn off Tuz had raised a fist to smash her square in the jaw, apparently wasting no time. A split second before it could land home, though, she moved her head back, rolling with the blow so that his fist remained a millimeter from her skin.

When he pulled his fist back she seized the opportunity and swerved to the side, yet again narrowly missing a kick aimed at her stomach. She could see his frustrations building as she almost effortlessly dodged each hit he tried to land, swaying this way and that, rolling with each punch, until his movements became sloppy with rage.

Then she struck. He had overreached his shot, and lumbered forward; his head was lower than usual, the slip in his stride providing the perfect opportunity. Her gaunt slammed straight into his temple, and Tuz was out of it before his body hit the ground.

She lifted a hand to wipe the side of her face where a mixture of sweat and blood - from a graze she hadn't been able to dodge - had begun to bead.

The crowd, however, did not cheer. There was a silent murmur of shock, before raised voices of rage caused a ruckus. Thankfully Mae wasn't here for the fame or the credits, Tuz was supposed to be a difficult foe and Force knew she needed to practise. Truth be told she was a little disappointed.

Instead of waiting around to be declared the winner, Mae slipped the cage through the back entrance and made her way from the ring before anyone could collar her.

People could get very antsy where lost bets were concerned!

 

[Leos Palle]

Good boy, 22.

Athelus turned his attention to Warroc then, who was standing there with a stunned expression written in his eyes. Considering the mask it was impossible to see if his mouth was hanging open. Not that he particularly wanted to see such a thing.

"I'll expect my winnings wired to my account. You can send me the deed to the cantina later."

"How? How did you-"

The accusatory finger that was supposed to be pointing at Athelus' chest was only pointing at thin air as the Mirialan had already moved off. While the others were storming for the back room door, which BB-22 quietly closed and sealed before following after the girl with a whirring of whistling and chirrups in an effort to get her attention. Athelus and the droid had been together for quite a while. 22 was usually pretty good at picking up on what Athelus wanted him to do. The back door? It had been opened so she could escape without the mob turning on her for costing them a ton of money. Not all of them. The scant few that bet on her were happy as clams at the amount of money they'd made.

The reason 22 had been asked to do it was because people wouldn't notice him doing it. If Athelus had done it, he would have been noticed. No, instead, the Mirialan had left by the main entrance and was making his way through The Arcade, and around to the Souk. Cracking open the device attached to his wrist, his tracked 22's movements as he followed after the girl. Athelus wanted to meet her and find out why a Forcer like herself was hanging out at Point Nadir.

"Dena," he said, lifting his comm. "Check our account. We should be coming into a large sum of money. Oh, and Warroc should be sending over the deed to the Red Rider Cantina soon."

"Did you bet our pay again, Palle? I swear if you keep doing that I'm going to rip your-"

He clicked the comm off before she could finish, grinning a little. Dena was always angry at him for something. You'd swear the two of them were married, but they weren't and never would be. Dena was married to his second in command, Tillus. She just harped on Athelus more than she did her husband. Usually because she blamed him for somehow corrupting her husband into choosing this particular lifestyle. With a grin, he followed the signal, trailing BB-22 and the girl.

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

Force was her jaw hurting. A few steps out the backdoor and her temple too began to ache. She pulled off the shockgloves and tossed them aside, having little use for them... She doubted the good people of Point Nadir would want to see her in the ring any time soon, not since she'd just downed their Champion.

She wiped the side of her head with the back of her hand again, but ultimately soldiered on. She couldn't really take time to pause and mope over the few wounds she'd sustained, not that she would've even if the opportunity arose, they'd have noticed that she'd slipped the ring already. No doubt a mob was forming.

It wasn't until she'd gone a couple of feet that she noticed the little BB Unit rolling alongside her. The funny little droid was beeping at her, insisting that she let it follow, trying to garner as much of her attention as she was willing to give it; good thing she was pretty decent at multitasking, huh?

"What's up, lil' fella?" she practically coo'd, having a bit of a soft spot for the adorable model of droid, her venture through the back passages of the Court leading her back toward the cantina which had housed her for the past few weeks, known as Fische's. Maybe it would be best for her to leave the Shadowport for a little while? Then again, she'd put her name down for the Tourney over at the Cruelest Cut... Decisions, decisions...

[member="Athelus Palle"]

 

[Leos Palle]

He followed the tracker all the way to the Slips. She was really going far. At first he thought she was going to run off. It wouldn't he been something he would advise against considering how many people probably wanted to kill her now. But at the same time, it would be a bit cowardly. Besides, he needed to talk to her for his own curiosity's sake. Out here people would usually not risk exposing themselves in such a manner. Sure he made the occasional bet that worked out in his favor because the Force sometimes told him things, but he didn't abuse it. Nobody was any the wiser since he made sure to lose a few bets now and then.

The two of them stopped at a cantina called Fische's. Of course he knew the place, but being friends with Warroc had meant that he didn't usually frequent it. Either way, if he wanted answers he had to go inside. So in he went, taking a gander around. The two of them weren't immediately spotted, but he knew they were in the vicinity. Likely they were still moving in discretionary ways, so he opted for settling into a corner booth where they weren't likely to draw everyone's attention. Then he transmitted his location to 22 so that the little droid would know where he was.

For his part, 22 had followed along with her, chirruping at her constantly. He bobbed his head from side to side at the way she talked to him. He liked that. Athelus didn't talk to him in such a way! She seemed rather nice, to be honest. They drew near to the cantina and he raced ahead of her to the door and looked up at her whirring softly before he nudged her leg lightly and then nudged the door. He was trying to tell her that he needed to come inside with her, but that might not exactly be easy if she didn't understand binary. If she did it would be quite simple. The whole time they'd been walking he'd been talking about crew of The Vestigial Light and its captain. She'd gotten an ear full if she understood.

Now, though, he was being insistent that she needed to come inside and meet the captain. He practically crooned at her, trying to get her to do so.

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

"Easy... Easy..." she said as the funny little droid chirped her ear off, speaking about some ship and its crew. She couldn't really keep up, while she'd learned binary and truthfully quite a few other languages she couldn't say she was around it enough to have been fully immersed. At least her schooling had proven useful in some regard though!

"You're an excitable little fella, aren't you?"

A beaming smile lit up her expression as she gave a nod to the droid and opened the door to her local. Inside it was the usual humdrum of existence, people out on the boozer, people satiating their hunger, some around to listen to the band which was playing in one corner. Thankfully it wasn't the usual Bith, she couldn't be dealing with the genre they usually played.

While she couldn't be sure that the droids owner, who the unit was quite insistent she met, was friendly, Mae knew that should push come to shove she could handle herself against the people of Point Nadir. It was rare fellow Force Users passed through this comet, after all.

She stood still, watching as the BB unit rolled over to a corner booth where a smuggler was waiting. At least, he had the look of a smuggler about him. But what did she know? He didn't seem particularly angry or riled, so she shrugged and followed after the droid. She rose one brow in the direction of the stranger as she reached the table, remaining standing for now.

[member="Athelus Palle"]

 

[Leos Palle]

When 22 rolled over, he gave the droid a thumbs up. It replied in kind before spinning its head around to look at the woman, chirruping at her again before he rolled off to the side and out of the way. This left Athelus to look upon her. For the most part she seemed fine. She'd taken a bit of a hit in the ring herself. Nobody won a fight without taking a couple of lumps themselves, not even a Forcer. Either way, he was glad she'd come over instead of staying away from him. He'd kind of expected her to not want to be anywhere near anyone given the beating she'd given to Tuz. She seemed smart enough to understand the ramifications of such.

Either way, he tipped his hat at her and looked up from where he was sitting.

"I'd ask you to sit, but I think you're waiting until you can judge whether I aim to kill you or not."

22 whirred that he wouldn't do that, then poked his head around the edge of the booth to look at Athelus and beep at him. The Mirialan shook his head with a chuckle. Sometimes the droid tried to be funny just for the sake of being funny. Sometimes he was actually concerned. In this case, he was actually concerned. While Athelus had killed a few people, it was mostly because they were trying to kill him first. Every once in a while it was because of something they'd done or threatened to do. He wasn't a murderer though, he just did what he had to in order to survive out there.

"I don't aim to harm you. I'm just curious what someone with actual Force training is doing at Point Nadir, is all. You actually won me quite a bit of money since I made a personal bet on you, so you need not be worried."

He offered her a wink and motioned to the open booth across from him before removing his hat and setting on the table in front of him. This way she could get a real good look at him instead of having the hat overshadow his face.

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

Mae clasped her hands at her back while she stood and listened, posture righting itself the way it always seemed to, a byproduct of an era of her life long since passed. Her shoulders rolled, clicking just a touch as they reached their sweet spot. Her eyes never once left the stranger's. A Mirialan, apparently. It seemed as though all manner of beings passed through Nadir. Funny that she'd never seen a Mirialan during her time here.

For just a moment her gaze flicked down to the BB Unit, until finally she sunk into the seat across from him in the booth.

"You pick up more than you let on, Smuggler. Most of the fools who pass through the Shadowports walk around with wool over their eyes. Oh they know when to spot a good deal, or how to draw faster than their opponents... But so many of them are blind."

This stranger was the first in a long time to pick up on Mae's latent Sensitivity. It wasn't as though she made use of it excessively, in fact she hadn't properly trained in it since fleeing Adekos and his regime. When the powers of the Galaxy had begun to crumple. She had no desire to stand upon a sinking ship, after all.

Tuz had been a way of flexing her mental muscles, so to speak, to ensure that she still had it in her. Apparently it was like riding a repulsorbike... Once you got the knack of it, you didn't quite lose it. Or something along those lines.

"How much you make off that little match?"

[member="Athelus Palle"]

 

[Leos Palle]

Athelus shrugged in response to her comments about him not being a fool like the others. He wasn't about to let on that he had a gift of his own.

"Your usage was subtle, but I'd been watching you from the get go. I could tell there was something different about you. The others won't see that because all they care about is booze, credits, and sex, for the most part. And fighting, I guess."

He twirled a finger around as if to say it was no big deal. Most people in the galaxy also preferred to believe that the Force was a myth that some weird people made up to try and make themselves lord and master over people. While Athelus knew that the Force was indeed real, he'd chosen the life of a smuggler in order to avoid having to be anywhere near it. He even avoided getting near Leos because he knew his middle brother was strong enough in the Force to rip people apart if he wanted to. He didn't want to be around that. His parents had given up Eli because of his potential in the Force. What good could come of Forcers knowing that?

Lifting a hand, he waved at the barkeep indicating he wanted two drinks. When the barkeep made to yell what kind, Athelus just motioned for him to decide and then turned back to the woman who was now sitting in the booth across from him. Not unattractive by any means, though she needed cleaned up a bit from the fighting.

"Doubled up on my crews wages from our last job. Means a pay increase for them though Dena, my first mate's wife, wasn't too happy to hear I'd bet their wages again."

He chuckled and shrugged.

"I usually win my bets. Oh, and I got the deed to the Red Rider Cantina, too. Not as big as this one, but they get decent business. Warroc runs a nice place. Usually."

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

Seemed as though this one knew his way around the Shadowport. She watched as he ordered two drinks from the barkeep all without once actually opening his mouth, and raised a brow in amusement.

For a second she merely considered the stranger across from her, mulling over his words. How odd that he had decided to watch her actions instead of the star of the ring. Perhaps he had a thing for the underdogs... Who knew.

"I wouldn't be happy if you bet my pay without my say so" she offered, before smirking a little, "then again I wouldn't let someone else have my pay in their pocket. Guess you owe me, then... Doubt you'd have enjoyed the mutiny had you lost your bet."

The cantina though was an interesting win. Its name wasn't one she'd heard before, but any cantina had potential. A little extra money on the side could never be a bad thing.

 

[Leos Palle]

Athelus shrugged.

"They wouldn't mutiny. I'd be looking over my shoulder for their petty tricks for a long time, though."

Their drinks arrived on the tray of a rather attractive Togruta. He tipped his head at her, but didn't pay her much mind. Truth be told, he knew her rather well, but she wasn't much aside from a pretty face. Her personality was as shallow as a Hutt was fat. Regardless, he took his drink and sniffed at it. Tongue Chaser. Not a bad choice if he did say so himself. Mix of whiskey and some juices he didn't know the name of. He'd had it before, though. Started off pretty strong but the after taste was rather delightful if he did say so himself. Nothing better than a good aftertaste.

"I was more curious as to why you held back as long as you did. I know you could have beaten him soundly a lot sooner. Just trying to keep the watchers off guard? They'd come after you either way. Nobody bets against Tuz unless they're new. In fact they're probably looking for you right now."

A swig of the drink and he swirled it on his tongue before swallowing.

"My name's Athelus, by the way."

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

A loyal crew. Good to know.

Best she store that in her mind for a rainy day, who knew what good it could bring. Probably very little...

The drinks arrived before she could say anything more on the subject, and where the stranger thought it best to sniff to see what he'd been brought Mae instead threw caution to the wind and simply necked it in one fell swoop. Her glass clattered against the tabletop just as the man across from her began speaking again.

"Honestly? I was hoping he'd have a stronger bite all the yacking the regulars did about how great he was... Don't care for money or fame, I just wanted to see if I still had it. Truth be told I'm kind of annoyed he didn't put up more of a fight... But thems the cards I was dealt."

She held back just the smallest of smirks to the way he delicately sipped at the drink, before leaning back in her seat.

"Maelasi, pleasure to meet you."

[member="Athelus Palle"]