Louie's Tavern

Louie smirked again. "Course ya don't know who yer dealin' with. If ya did, ya'd be happy with what I'm willin' ta give ya." Louie huffed and took the bar rag out of his back pocket to wipe down the bar. It was a motion of thought for the old barkeep. A kind of a - wax on, wax off - focusing technique. "40... En like I says. Not all'a yer fancy jewels can be used fer sabers. En that'sa fact." Louie continued to wipe.

"I've come up quit'a bit, cause I like yer style... but I ain't goin' ta come up more." Louie looked up from his wiping. "Cause I don't 'now ya well 'nough ta part with 55k's worht'a creds to'wah peddler I've never dealt with b'fore..."

Louie gave the Nagi a shrug as the man put a flask to his mouth, and drank deeply of something that looked suspiciously like blood. Louie noted it, but he wasn't phased. He'd seen some pretty odd things in his life, and blood-drinking didn't really come up high on that list. He managed a look back towards the Jedi, seeing that she was still enjoying her stew. He then shifted his weight to look past the Nagi to where Jim was still interrogating the last member of the gang from earlier. Louie shook his head with a chuckle. 

Business as usual.

While Louie was otherwise occupied Adrien, or Jim rather, was conducting his interrogation on the other side of the bar. Though he wasn't paying much attention to the other people around the bar it did surprise him to see how quickly business had picked up and even moreso how people seemed to barely notice the mess bodies or the wounded Klatoonian tied to the chair, but then again this was Tatooine. Even more surprising is that now the Klatoonian was giving him little resistance with information, it made Adrien a little suspicious, but so far he seemed to be fairly truthful and it was pretty easy to read when he wasn't.

As the questioning continued on Adrien began to realize more and more that how he had handled the situation was probably entirely wrong, and he had no doubt blown his cover as a simple moisture farmer. He revealed to the everyone still in the bar that he spoke both Huttese and Rodian, that he wasn't any stranger to blasters or killing, and just by the interrogation alone that he had some experience extracting information. He assumed now that it was safe to say his simple life on Tatooine was quickly coming to an end. It was unfortunate but somewhere in that back of his mind he knew that it was inevitable.

He tossed the first aid kit on the table then pulled a knife and cut his prisoner loose. Patch yourself up then get out of here. He stood up and sheathed the knife once more. And this kind of goes without saying, but you seem pretty stupid so if I see you around here again I'll kill you. He turned then and walked up to the bar and sat in his original seat, waiting on Louie to finish his business with whoever that was. And while he waited he stewed over the information he had gained.

Before you took the payment, you slid the various bags containing the jewels into the drop box. After putting the jewels in the box you laid two cards in it as well. They almost looked like playing cards however both sides were a dark black, and one had the image of the red garb you wore on it. On the side of the card that had the garb if one tilted it slightly they would see the comlink number to you the Shadow Thief in a slightly shade lighter black under the garb.

"If you...or a friend is ever needing someone of my calibre, have them contact me and ask for the Shadow Rogue." I said nodding to the cards as I slid the credit chip into my hand and out of sight. After emptying the bag I returned it to my hip. "Have it ready to present to me when we meet, and I will know I have my contact." My yellow eyes locked on he man as I speak.

Before standing you slid your mask down and brought your garb up as a hood. You were done conducting business here and it was about time that you left this exceedingly hot planet. Glancing about the room before you left, you made sure that no one had particularly been watching you or trying to study your face while here. Making sure that your mask was set properly and that your hood covered your visage behind a veil of shadows you nodded to the man.

"Pleasure acquaint you." I said before turning to leave the bar, and head off into the streets of Mos Eisley.

Adrien simply gave Louie a lingering glance after his comment before he looked down once again at the bar in thought. In Adrien's experience no matter where you hide or how far you run your old habits, as he put it, don't die hard, they don't die, they're immortal, they only sleep, they lie dormant beneath the masks we all wear until they eventually return in full force; unrelenting, violent. What had he--

His attention was quickly diverted back to the Miralukan. She needed a transport, it's funny, a few months ago he would have been in a position to give her just that. He could have given her safe transport offworld, anywhere she desired but now he was stuck here just like her, no ship, no crew, alone. It was ironic, the smuggler captain, nay, the Smuggler King was stranded on a world of sand. He looked over at her, "Then I guess we're stuck in the same boat." He chuckled at the irony and shook his head before he reached over and grabbed his rapidly cooling soup and pulled it in front of him.

"On the bright side they've seen what we can do, maybe it'll blow over." He tried to sound reassuring but his heart wasn't in it, hell he couldn't even reassure himself. They'd prodded the sleeping Rancor and now a storm was coming, and he knew it.