The Reaper of Won Shasot
Dax entered the unsavory setting quietly. He hated these kinds of places...well...maybe not all of them, just these particular few. The gambling holes of Coruscant varied from lavish and well to do, to cess pits filled with just as disagreeable clients. Of course, none of them were honest. All of them either stacked the deck, or were affiliated with less than savory gangs.
Dax was drawn to this particular casino, The Mynock's Cave, due to one of these particular affiliations...or rather the lack thereof. It was obvious the money was going somewhere other than back into the casino...you just had to look around to determine that. The place was a trash heap. Dax doubted that an actual Manock would use the place as a cave. Dax would've guessed that the surplus cash would be taken by the owner of this fine establishment, who would be living lavishly, but the man seemed to be as poor as the place he ran. Dax didn't get it.
The young Jedi walked up to the bar and sat down, "Just water please," he said to the bartender.
Dax was drawn to this particular casino, The Mynock's Cave, due to one of these particular affiliations...or rather the lack thereof. It was obvious the money was going somewhere other than back into the casino...you just had to look around to determine that. The place was a trash heap. Dax doubted that an actual Manock would use the place as a cave. Dax would've guessed that the surplus cash would be taken by the owner of this fine establishment, who would be living lavishly, but the man seemed to be as poor as the place he ran. Dax didn't get it.
The young Jedi walked up to the bar and sat down, "Just water please," he said to the bartender.