STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Rescue

"That was the price for our mistake," Xavier says to Trax taking another shot.

"How have you been holding up with the new living conditions?"

Rianna just glares back at Dak.

And info-hunting...well, whenever they decide they've drunk enough, someone should mention that we'd heard about pirate problems that suddenly cleared up 😛

Trax just sighs and takes another shot in response, Xavier. He isn't happy, you can tell that much.

How drunk are we talking, Dak?

Xavier senses Trax is not happy. He turns away and takes another drink.

Enough to be jovial, but coherent, and possibly to start a fight.

Rianna's already restless enough to want to start a fight without drinking 😛

"Well I don't think we'll be going anywhere for awhile, Rianna," Xavier takes another shot just starting to feel the first one a bit.

"Oh, joy," Rianna mutters sarcastically, leaning her head on her hand.

Mildly drunk, then.

During your small-time drinking binge, Rianna's odd feeling does not fade, whether she is drinking or not.

A man sits at the bar next to Dak, thumping a very heavy looking blaster rifle down on the bar. Which causes you to double-take, remembering vaguely that everyone on Skythros is supposed to be pacifistic...

After drinking quietly, Trax tugs on Xavier's arm while looking over his shoulder.

Xavier takes another shot when Trax pulls on his arm, "What is it Trax." He say looking over in that direction.

Dak and Xavier haven't yet succeeded in convincing/bugging Rianna into drinking, so so far she isn't.

And it might be a good idea for at least one of us to still have our senses about us 😛

She'll glance over in the direction that Trax is looking.

Dak looks at the rifle for a moment, before turning his gaze up at its owner.

"We're being watched," Trax says.

And so Xavier and Rianna see what it is that Trax is seeing. Standing by the doorway is a man who, like yourselves, does not seem to blend into the crowd very well. He is clothed in gray robes and the hood is up. Over his face is a simple white harlequin mask, with circular holes for the eyes and mouth. Though you cannot see his eyes, you can feel them on you.

Rianna, there is the answer to your odd feeling.

The owner of the rifle is a big man, but no mistaking him for anything other than a farmer, Dak.

"What're you looking at?" he asks, gruffly.

"Of course we're being watched...and he stands out nearly as much as I do," Rianna replies quietly. Lacking Scan, does Sense tell her anything specific other than he's a weirdo in a mask?

"Just a charming fellow patron, my good man," Dak says amiably, clapping the farmer on the shoulder.

Xavier takes another shot not taking his face off the person, "You do stand out among these farmers."

He is watching you and you do not think he likes you, Rianna.

"That's the spirit!" the big man shouts, slapping you on the bag as he sits. "Flamin' Wookiee? I LOVE Flamin' Wookiee! Bartender, gimme a bottle, son. I got me some catchin' up to do..."

Dak laughs. "You've got good taste, sir! Good to meet such an intelligent being. What do you need to catch up for?"

"Well I think we shall leave you and your boyfriend to stare at each other, Rianna. It looks like a party is getting started over here., Xavier says the inner voice taking over. He turns and commences to talk with Dak and his new friend.

"You have the right idea, friend."

That's okay, I don't think Rianna likes him either.

"If you two can still stand without falling over...we may already have an enemy here," she says to Xavier and Dak. "And shut up, Xavier."