Darben Skirae
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Darben Skirae. Gambler, trader, sometimes even called a caravaner. And now, babysitter. Soon, Minister. To others, it might seem like just another two titles to add to his being. But to him, well he knew the last was a big one. The 'babysitter', he wasn't too sure on. Glancing over at his left was the girl that followed him everywhere. Darben was no longer sure she could understand him, as he had specifically told her to stay at the suite. Yet here she was, just sitting there with that blank look.
Darben grunted and looked away. He was particularly annoyed, because sitting at a bar was not a thing some child should be doing. Raising his cocktail up, he took a sip. It was sour. He liked sour. He had come here to do some gambling, earn some credits since he had no job. Instead he ended up sitting and drinking. He was no alcoholic, but sometimes a good drink helped him along. Secretly though, he hoped someone else would come along so his only company was not some young Twi'Lek who never spoke.
His clothes were tidier this time, as he did not want to go in the same way he went to see the President of Commenor, looking like someone who'd just come out of a windstorm. He hoped that would bring someone his way, someone to drink with.
