Velok Brokentusk
A simple fortuneteller

FORTUNES BY VELOK
YOU GET WHAT YOU PAY FOR
CORRECTLY FORECASTED THE GALAXY CONVERGENCE
SIX MONTHS AGO
YOU GET WHAT YOU PAY FOR
CORRECTLY FORECASTED THE GALAXY CONVERGENCE
SIX MONTHS AGO
Velok sighed heavily. "Perhaps I should have lied. Son, your first, second, and third priorities just now should be to survive the next twenty-four hours or however long the day is on Jutrand. There are no smugglers in and out of Sith space, not yet; they haven't found the trick of it. Have you...""Can you see where she is? The Outer Rim? Coreward? And is there anything I can do to help her?"
And the old gods help him, Velok actually considered it. He truly had become a soft touch in his way, he figured."What if I went with you? And worked for you? No payment or anything, maybe just a meal every so often. And protection."
Velok's head snapped around. "How do you know my name? ...ah, right, it's on the sign." Jutrand and forbidden arts had him jumpier than normal."Velok, what can I do to help?"
"Are you this Velok?" He said, mustering his courage, showing the book. "It was a great read!"
He glanced up again towards the sign, "Oh, and... what will happen to me?"
He could almost laugh, a slight smile turning at the corner of his mouth, threatening to come aboard.Velok, just tidying up the cards from a financially successful reading, gave the rare book a double-take. "That's my grandfather's work," he said. "One of them. What will happen to you? You'll read a good book. If you've got the money, I'll sell you another and then your future will be doubly blessed."
A vision appeared: a traveling bookstore. That wouldn't be the worst life, hawking rare books across the Sith worlds."I hope I can buy more books off you, Velok." He smiled wanly.
"I'm Rhyse," he reached over his shoulder, grasping the hilt of the Sith blade. "This is Fellsong."
Either a name of some importance, or Rhyse was some kind of dork that named his swords. The latter was not a difficult thing to believe. In any case, Fellsong made itself out to be some notably important thing, and Rhyse had no intentions of upsetting it, or him.
Velok Brokentusk
"Unless you head straight for the port, you understand — yes, you'll meet someone." He squinted at the bones' carvings. "Someone...interested in you and...aesthetically satisfactory."