STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- City in the Clouds

Rianna's probably got some money from the work she'd been doing for the Empire, right?

"Well, no. But this isn't Jedi business, technically, anyway. It's rather more personal."

"I wouldn't want to be in the way of Jedi with a vendetta," says the barkeep, casually.

"Vengeance isn't the Jedi way," Rianna says, "despite the fact that the one I'm looking for is responsible for far more deaths than I'd like to think about."

"Okay," the barkeep says. "I don't really know who you're talking about, or if I've seen anyone like that.'

Does Rianna sense any deception from him?

Scan for that sort of thing. Does Rianna have it?

Sadly, no...

Then you are unable to detect such things.

Darn.

"Nothing?" Rianna says. "Well, this place is probably too classy for them anyway..."

"You might want to check the Dragon's Crown," he says gruffly before turning away.

"Thanks for the advice," Rianna says.

Is that on the list that the Guards came up with of places that'd be good to look for info?

And does Rianna have any money on her?

It was!

Rianna has a small fund after doing work for Lord Geful.

Okay.

Rianna shall head there next, then.

The Dragon's Crown is away on the other side of the station, on lower levels. This one has some intimidating bouncers standing around the entrance, with a steady flow of people going in and out.

Rianna will join the flow of people heading in, then.

The Dragon's Crown is slightly larger than the previous place. Otherwise, the interior is not a whole lot different, with rustic metal walls matching much of how the floating city looks. These lower levels are short on windows and long on random vents and weird sculptures and a variety of patrons.

The bar itself is in the center of the room, with seating all around the sides on two levels. It is a little smoky in here, what with the hookahs and cigars being smoked. You gather some strange looks as you walk in.

Does Rianna look decidedly out of place there?

She'll head up to the bar, waving the smoke away from her.

Very much so. Many of these beings look pretty hard.

The bartender here is a dinged-up gray protocol droid of the CZ variety. It squarks at you when you approach, then gruffly asks what you want.

Rianna inwardly groans at the droid as it speaks.

"I was told that I might be able to find someone here..." she says.

"WHO IS IT THAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR, HUMAN," the droid squarks.