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She had other intentions, when she was calmly telling others she was coming here to train. She was going to train alright; train herself to hold as much "fire water" as she could. Nar Shaddaa; the vertical City. One could just the beautiful stench and decay of desperate living. Many smugglers, pirates and criminals started their careers on the Smugglers' Moon
Tahl took very careful steps, maneuvering herself throughout the massive crowds of people, made up of all races it seemed. While her hand was on her hip; balled up into a fist she looked up completely dominated by the decaying urban landscape and congested, polluted city. If there was any place where she could get a good drink and play hell of a lot of pazaak there was no doubt you wouldn't see Tahl there.
When she arrived at her destination. The Slug Pit; in the Corellian sector, she immediately got her a drink ordered and sat down at a table full of dirty, grimy, thugs. She sat haunched over with her right forearm on the table, and her left on her hip. She shot everyone a devilish smile. Tahl no doubt had a thing for gambling, though she knew she wasn't very good at it, she still made a bet with a resident of this criminal haven.
As long as the living force ran through all these people, and the thirst for a good pazaak game was nye, she hadn't a care for being a center of attention in a popular bounty hunter bar. The games went on, and the hustle and bustle of the bar remained constant. It at the moment didn't seem like this night could go wrong.
@[member="Nala Tu"] @[member="Vulpesen"]
Tahl took very careful steps, maneuvering herself throughout the massive crowds of people, made up of all races it seemed. While her hand was on her hip; balled up into a fist she looked up completely dominated by the decaying urban landscape and congested, polluted city. If there was any place where she could get a good drink and play hell of a lot of pazaak there was no doubt you wouldn't see Tahl there.
When she arrived at her destination. The Slug Pit; in the Corellian sector, she immediately got her a drink ordered and sat down at a table full of dirty, grimy, thugs. She sat haunched over with her right forearm on the table, and her left on her hip. She shot everyone a devilish smile. Tahl no doubt had a thing for gambling, though she knew she wasn't very good at it, she still made a bet with a resident of this criminal haven.
As long as the living force ran through all these people, and the thirst for a good pazaak game was nye, she hadn't a care for being a center of attention in a popular bounty hunter bar. The games went on, and the hustle and bustle of the bar remained constant. It at the moment didn't seem like this night could go wrong.
@[member="Nala Tu"] @[member="Vulpesen"]