"Okay, lets cut to the chase here!" Rah says in a hushed tone moving in close to the librarians "We dont the Lantarnen Tablet, we're not stupid and we know it would be death for us to try." He looks around suspiciously "However whilst working as a smuggler out of Lok several years ago I came across an interesting article that led me to believe that there is a Sith Tablet located somewhere in the outer rim, but I'm not sure where exactly. From what little information I have gleaned in my travels I'm sure there maybe a reference to it in the Lantarnen library here." He looks around again "Who do I need to see to get me access, if I find this missing Tablet I'm sure we could come to a mutually beneficial arrangement..."
Always a chance, Galder, but you'll have to work it out.
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Wrong on two counts, Orphan. Not everything need die. And even if it must, there is no sense in accelerating it. Your death is imminent, and you have planned it well
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The librarians look kind of non-plussed.
"That sort of thing has been tired before," one of them says. "No-one really has access to that kind of thing any more..."
One of the bolder ones speaks.
"It has better be a HIGHLY beneficial arrangement, What did you have in mind?"
That's a serious question, folks- if you can think of anything these guys might want.
Rah beckons the bolder one closer to him and says in hushed tones "Power my friend!" He looks around again and then using the force to emphasise his words continues "The Sith Tablet that your boss' have is the key to their empire, with a Tablet of our own we could easily match them and possibly even exceed them! It's all down to you the chance is there if you're bold enough to take on the challenge. Think about it..." Rah goes back to his drink.
"Tis your loss my friend!" Rah says in laid back manner "We will find the other Tablet one way or another and this is your opportunity to get a share in the spoils" Rah finishes his drink "Come on Tanic lets go and find someone whose not afraid of becoming a worthy contender" Rah makes ready to leave.
More than you can possibly imagine, little Orphan.
His hand snakes out of his dark cloak, a hand of pure white, and grabs your wrist with an icy touch.
You see yourself atop the Galaxy yet you cannot even outwit one local idiot. Little wonder you are to die
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"Yeah," agrees one of the other librarians. "If we're going to do a deal, we need something up front."