Galaar Tal'Verda
Just one more butchered soul.
Galaar looked as Doc walked off. His strill followed after for a few paces before stopping and sitting. The Mando clone took a drink from his Corellian Whiskey and then gave a low chuckle at that entire before looking back over at Texam. "So what brings one of the Mando'ade to a backwater like this... Bounties... Weapons... Merc work... Caf?" He asked as he leaned against the counter and got a refill of his own drink, passing a couple credits across the table. "And hers. Its on me, barkeep."
@[member="Texam Halion"] @CC-420 "Doc"
@[member="Texam Halion"] @CC-420 "Doc"