Leilani Paaie
Femme Fatale
Location: Zeltros
Mood: Aggravated
Message for [member="Arekk"]
She was falling back into old habits for whatever the reason and the Zeltron wasn't sure she liked it or needed it. There was a difference.
Right now she was problem solving while she had been away tending to business she had left the shop in the hands of her two employees. They in their infinite wisdom, which meant they lost their minds, had sold a painting to a man no one wanted to cross. If he figured out the painting was a forgery he'd have her head on a plate, as well as the other two.
No way she be able to say it was a mistake because the next question would be why did she have a fake in the shop, a question she didn't want to answer.
Mr. To'lan was a zabrak with a nasty temper, he didn't like to be crossed and he hated being made a fool of. She knew from experience that he'd would take it personal about the painting.
Feth feth. what to do. Could just go steal it...could go and throw herself on his mercy....could get him something he really wanted. He wanted something that had once belonged to Dryden Vos. But where would she find something...anything. The crimson dawn ring, his weapon of choice, his ship..what else was there to have.
Three known places, Savareen, Vandor, and Dathomir.
She began drumming her fingers on the table top. Vandor was ice, Savareen was desert, and Dathomir jungles. If she had her choice it would be Dathomir.
Well it was decided, Lianna would be it. She'd go to the Tower in the capital and steal the painting back. She'd need help though.
There was one person she would trust to show up
//Job on Lianna.
Art heist.
Could use help. Up to it?//
Mood: Aggravated
Message for [member="Arekk"]
She was falling back into old habits for whatever the reason and the Zeltron wasn't sure she liked it or needed it. There was a difference.
Right now she was problem solving while she had been away tending to business she had left the shop in the hands of her two employees. They in their infinite wisdom, which meant they lost their minds, had sold a painting to a man no one wanted to cross. If he figured out the painting was a forgery he'd have her head on a plate, as well as the other two.
No way she be able to say it was a mistake because the next question would be why did she have a fake in the shop, a question she didn't want to answer.
Mr. To'lan was a zabrak with a nasty temper, he didn't like to be crossed and he hated being made a fool of. She knew from experience that he'd would take it personal about the painting.
Feth feth. what to do. Could just go steal it...could go and throw herself on his mercy....could get him something he really wanted. He wanted something that had once belonged to Dryden Vos. But where would she find something...anything. The crimson dawn ring, his weapon of choice, his ship..what else was there to have.
Three known places, Savareen, Vandor, and Dathomir.
She began drumming her fingers on the table top. Vandor was ice, Savareen was desert, and Dathomir jungles. If she had her choice it would be Dathomir.
Well it was decided, Lianna would be it. She'd go to the Tower in the capital and steal the painting back. She'd need help though.
There was one person she would trust to show up
//Job on Lianna.
Art heist.
Could use help. Up to it?//