Danger Arceneau
The Widow
[member="Darell Irani"]
A slow arch of an auburn brow would follow Irani’s elaboration on just what he was here to do. She kept her expression of cordiality, a faint seemingly interested smile gracing the curve of her crimson lips.
She would give a slight incline of her head, a subtle agreement one would say. Oh but it was hard to determine just what went on behind the mind of a woman, much the less one like Dangeruese Arceneau. Water certainly was one of the main building blocks of life; more so on Tatooine. This is why the moisture farmers were carefully regulated. Own the water, well.. you own Tatooine.
While bringing an influx of water would certainly be beneficial to the Tatoo System, the question was if Danger actually wanted to bring a steady stream of availability to it. MOisture farmers were on top of this business for a reason… taking their one commodity with a commercialized venture would upset folks.
“And just how do you imagine this plan of yours to work?” she would ask the man, leaning back against her chair as she would continue to pop tiny sticky morsels of the decadent dessert.
“I know this system in and out Mistah Darell,” she would appear slightly amused, granted this was all just her playing the role. “Ice don’t mean you got yourself drinkable water -- you’ve a refinement to go along with it beyond merely mining ice.” To say that it hadn’t been considered would be an understatement, but one had to humor a man.
“So how would this pan out not only for the best… but at the worst?”
A slow arch of an auburn brow would follow Irani’s elaboration on just what he was here to do. She kept her expression of cordiality, a faint seemingly interested smile gracing the curve of her crimson lips.
She would give a slight incline of her head, a subtle agreement one would say. Oh but it was hard to determine just what went on behind the mind of a woman, much the less one like Dangeruese Arceneau. Water certainly was one of the main building blocks of life; more so on Tatooine. This is why the moisture farmers were carefully regulated. Own the water, well.. you own Tatooine.
While bringing an influx of water would certainly be beneficial to the Tatoo System, the question was if Danger actually wanted to bring a steady stream of availability to it. MOisture farmers were on top of this business for a reason… taking their one commodity with a commercialized venture would upset folks.
“And just how do you imagine this plan of yours to work?” she would ask the man, leaning back against her chair as she would continue to pop tiny sticky morsels of the decadent dessert.
“I know this system in and out Mistah Darell,” she would appear slightly amused, granted this was all just her playing the role. “Ice don’t mean you got yourself drinkable water -- you’ve a refinement to go along with it beyond merely mining ice.” To say that it hadn’t been considered would be an understatement, but one had to humor a man.
“So how would this pan out not only for the best… but at the worst?”