Whispers on the winds

[Arabella Darkhold]

Serrano

Bella stood upon the another world still alone in a galaxy but one more whisper one more rumor came to her that her family mostly her father was here.

With a heavy sigh she started towards a place to stay and eat. She would go out in a bit to search the places she thought her father would go.

She walked slowly taking in the detail of the buildings along the way. Food. Supplies, clothing. All the things a traveler might need.

Would this be the place. Was he here. She wanted to stop ask. It she needed to change look fierce look demanding not the pretty in pink cloak wrapped around her. But black. Darkness. Shadows.

Once settled.

Later

She emerged dressed in black head to toe. Her emotions in check she would start where she knew he could be. Cantina her father drank to keep his emotions contained without alcohol he was misery.

[member="Adelram Thul"]

 

[Adelram Thul]

Serenno

Another day in exile. For the Alderaanian noble, Serenno was one of the few places in the galaxy he could hide in peace. Carannia, the capital of the planet served to the galaxies wealthiest citizens. A history of resisting authority and unaligned to any major political force with the galaxy, Adelram's money bought him peace and quiet away from the troubles of his home world.

Dressed in beige trench coat, matching slacks, and a green shirt he wandered into a cantina nearby his apartment. A figure clad in black caught his eye as he glanced out a window. Serenno's markets and social places were filled with wealthy socialites, their groupies, or travelers from all corners of the galaxy. Its venues were always a riot of colors and people dressed in various fashions, thus the girl clad in black only drew attention to herself, as she seemed out of place. His attention turned back to the bar. Taking a seat he ordered a drink. "Any news on that contact of yours. I still need that TIE upgrade kit." Alderaam said. The bartender poured the man some whiskey, which Adelram sipped slowly.

[member="Arabella Darkhold"].

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

Yes she might stick out like single dark petal on a flower of white but she was comfortable and that was what she was seeking. She moved to the bar to ask a few questions of the man behind it.

A single glance over to her left and then to her right taking into account the men and women who surrounded her. This was not a battle but in her mind who was to be trusted on a world that she knew nothing of except that it enjoyed harboring those who wished to be lost or protected.

She watched as the bartender served amber liquid in a clean glass, interesting. "I'll have a whiskey as well, and some information" She laid the chit on the bar, "I'm looking for man who maybe here or may have passed through here." She pulled a picture from her pocket something her father hated but it was as close to what he looked like last she saw him, "this man...he might have said he was from Atrisia or Alderaan"

Bartender came over bringing her a glass while looking at the chit and then the picture. He peered closer he could lie, or tell the truth. Which would get him more units the lie or the truth? He looked at her again, "i'll ask around you hanging around"

Bella nodded, "Yes" She took the drink and sipped it. It burned it was warm and pooled in her stomach, "I can come in tomorrow if that's enough time"

He nodded and went back to his other customer to talk about TIE Kits.

She stood there, contemplating what to do next.

[member="Adelram Thul"]