"We wish to participate in the many activities of your fine establishment," Master Cabas says, smiling brightly.
"I see!" the droid says, as if that was an unexpected answer. "Please step into the lift and enjoy your stay at the Spacefarer's Pocket Casino and Resort. If you..."
"Thank you," Cabas says, before the droid can say more.
The lift hisses open quietly.
Cabas made numerous attempts to pass on his technological knowledge, but you have only picked up on some of it. As it did not directly contribute to your swordsmanship, you felt little need for such skills.
It is your Master's opinion that a Jedi Knight should be a Renaissance man of galactic proportions. Despite being a phenomenol fighter for his age, Cabas has studied so many fields that not even you know what he knows.
"I can't explain it," Cabas says. "They just make me uncomfortable."
You have a long life ahead of you with which to accumulate the skills and prowess that Master Cabas has. He is an old man, after all; he has had time to learn about the galaxy around him, whereas you are just heading out the gates.
Cabas glances sidelong at you, a mischievious glint in his eye.
"Do you?"
"Yes Master," Xavier replies, holding his head up. It is odd Xavier was as cold as ice, emotionless to all people except his Master. Master Cabas was the one person Xavier showed the faintest echo of the thing called feelings.
"No Master but I bet you born with a beard, and a remark for everything," Xavier makes a joke and places a smile with it. This outside appearance was just a lie. He did not really know how to joke and laugh. These were simply mannerisms he picked up through observations. Using them when the time best seemed right. Mostly, doing so for his Master.
He did not know why Xavier was so effected by Master Cabas still, he respected him like a Father. Thus gave him the best Xavier could give.
Cabas chuckles slightly.
"I must have been a very ugly child, then," Cabas says. "And a fiesty one."
The lift finally reaches its destination with a ding! and the doors slide open.
What you are met with is a great mass of people, milling about the slot machines and Sabacc tables and other gambling revenues in a constant flow, slapping down their credits, some losing them, some taking more.
"Here we are," Cabas says, stepping onto the red-tiled floor. The walls are also a similar shade of red; all the machines and tables within are bronze-colored. Chandelliers hang from the ceiling. It's all very grand and... very superfluous.
Asking about actually gets more results than using the Force would, methinks. At least, in this situation.
Most gamblers tell you to piss off and to stop throwing off their game, but you do find a few that know Kristof by name. They point you to the card tables.
There's a variety of different games going on. Sabacc and Pazaak are the most popular, but you also see smatterings of Holochess and Dejarik.
You find Kristof working at a table playing Liar's Cut, a fast-paced card game from Corellia.
"Can I help you?" he asks, as soon as you approach.