Anzat was, inherently, a hostile place. The inhabitants were more than willing to kill those who went on their world for “soup” as they called it, but this also left the world’s trade stations above fairly “lawless”, it was a perfect stopping point for a man like Vilmish. Each on bustling with space traffic as all sort of folk were ferried in and out.
And with brimming crowds were these stations filled, all moving along to one destination or the next. Fights broke out, no one cared. Anzat was lawless, hit and get hit was what ran this place. The Anzati got their trade and money, so what did it matter either way? Establishments littered the station, and within one, the “Blazing Sun” Cantina, sat a man only famous for how scummy he was.
He’d made half a scene alright, in a drunken spur he’d blown a good chunk of the credits he had on booze. Like any self respecting underworld man should! But, there he sat drawing far too much attention with his own leaning tower of empty glasses with another already in hand. Even drunk he consider how he could weasel out of this one.
Of course, for those whom entered it was next to impossible not to notice the Devaronian in his drunken state.
First time ever doing something like this here, apologies if it's lacking. Preferably one person.