Ak'lya
That one kid
Slowly sitting in the back of the cantina, the bothan watched the room for a while. He had heard rumors of an assassin, and a good one, around here, and had arranged to put at least a few of he likely targets in one room together. The highest price, a young clawdite man standing near the stage, seemed to be enjoying the current Twi'lek on stage. His companion, a short Zeltron with erratic blue hair, was feinting disgust. Both had been target by a small gang named the Dresals. The next few targets, a pair of Zabraks, wanted for assassinating a Hutt. If [member="Kiyo Hayashi"] didn't take them out, he would. He had been somewhat fond of that Hutt. Even though he had gotten the slug's wealth as an inheritance. Sighing, he slunk back into his booth. She would show soon. He knew it.
