Nebb's droid translates.
The Prosecutor is not giving adequate time for the official Observers to digest and ruminate on what he says. I insist we be allowed to question all parts of this procedure in the name of fairness. I myself have a number of questions to ask already...
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Xeth... your Intuition causes you to look up and across, the far side of the forum, two levels up. There, a man is staring at you. It takes you a moment to recognise him... but you were suspecting already- the two large Wookies that accompany him, both with jet black fur, were the give away. But now you look at him, you remember his cruel features and pony-tailed hair.
Arazi! The slaver who supplied Ascar's girl on Nar Shadda... He holds his stare at you for a few moments...
... but he does not raise the alarm. Instead, he goes back to talking to the huge, ornamented man next to him, who must be Strine.
You roll +3... not bad!
"We're leaving. Jedi are here. Get to the ship." One of the Wookies turns and walks away.
"Leaving us, Arazi?" says Strine, who clearly does not understand Huttese.
"I have some urgent appointments to get done," says Arazi. "That is, if you want the next shipment on time?"
Strine smiles.
"You'd best get going... I need all I can get."