"Marl, what better offer could you possibly get," Wentar says. "Edula's betrayed you, she told us where to find you, hell I think she expected us to kill you. After this I'm sure she'll hunt you down to tie up loose strings. But we still can't overlook your crimes. A shorter sentence is your best bet at this point."
"You had your warning, then," Marl says.
Marl sadly does not know all the nooks and crannies of the Kylugo Srum's dealings. He claims that they have a variety of schemes for getting the slaves where they need to go- his shipping crates are just one, though he hasn't done business with them in awhile.
"They used to send a freighter to pick up the crates under the pretense that they were supplies," Marl says. "I didn't operate out of Nar Shaddaa, of course. I thought it might work here again." He shrugs.
Despite not knowing all the details, he can tell you where they end up.
"Do you know what the Seat of Srum is?" he asks.