It was Nar Shaddaa. A planet that many in the Galaxy knew to be one of the most dangerous places in the world if one wasn't used to it. It was known as the Smuggler's Moon and Little Coruscant, for it's obvious reasons. It was a planet that Acarus was familiar with, it's lowlife scum and it's local pirate gangs fairly meaningless to the Sith Knight. Many times he had gone there to acquire the 'skillset' of particular figures. Some of them were better than others, but he always made sure to pay these type of people what they were worth.
Today was one of those days that he felt as if he should be there, simply for his own benefit. In truth, he was simply bored, but he had a certain job for someone that he had heard was going to be spending their time in one of the bars that were located there. Fortunately, it was one of the more high end bars, so those who wished to be manipulative conmen seemed to be more... Kind. They acted as if they were simply there due to their misfortunes when they were younger and they had finally gotten their success through unsavoury means, but are willing to change those ways to be unhonourable. It was a con of course, one that he had experienced numerous times in amusement...
Walking towards the bar, he extended his force sense towards the bar, intending to gain an understanding of the scene in and around the pub. If there was a brawl going on in there, he wasn't going to take part and to get himself dirty. In his return from apparent solitude he had learned many things, and one of those things was a finer way of dressing, and to hold one's self better. Simply for exterior appearances of course, he was still similar to the man that he had once been, except less straightforward and more... Manipulative in his own way.
Stopping, he thought he felt a different presence, nearby, one that he wasn't able to entirely decipher... So he wandered in that particular direction, curiosity guiding those powerful legs of his.
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Jemima Armandé
Today was one of those days that he felt as if he should be there, simply for his own benefit. In truth, he was simply bored, but he had a certain job for someone that he had heard was going to be spending their time in one of the bars that were located there. Fortunately, it was one of the more high end bars, so those who wished to be manipulative conmen seemed to be more... Kind. They acted as if they were simply there due to their misfortunes when they were younger and they had finally gotten their success through unsavoury means, but are willing to change those ways to be unhonourable. It was a con of course, one that he had experienced numerous times in amusement...
Walking towards the bar, he extended his force sense towards the bar, intending to gain an understanding of the scene in and around the pub. If there was a brawl going on in there, he wasn't going to take part and to get himself dirty. In his return from apparent solitude he had learned many things, and one of those things was a finer way of dressing, and to hold one's self better. Simply for exterior appearances of course, he was still similar to the man that he had once been, except less straightforward and more... Manipulative in his own way.
Stopping, he thought he felt a different presence, nearby, one that he wasn't able to entirely decipher... So he wandered in that particular direction, curiosity guiding those powerful legs of his.
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Jemima Armandé
