Alis just nods and finishes straightening up the stuff that the two messy teenage boys left laying around. "I can let my parents know for you, if you're leaving soon."
The second sun is about to set; Pazol said he wanted you there by full dark, and he tends to be displeased if you're late. Not that you usually care a huge amount, though.
Galder will spend a little time packing some meager supplies like he usually does, just enough water and food to last him a day as he is rarely away longer than that before he can resupply. If he has any supplies that Pazol asked him to pick up from town, he will bring those as well, but normally Pazol does not count on Galder for these things.
Then, he'll give his speederbike a check-over and get ready to go.
There is nothing that Pazol requested that you bring along with you, not this time. Sallah will happily help you bundle up some food, and wishes you a safe trip and that she hopes to see you the next day.
Everything's fine on the speeder, and you set off across the desert. It's not exactly a long trip, but it's not just like you're hopping next door, either.
On the way there you see no Sand People, and you don't exactly sense danger...but something feels a bit off to you.
Galder has never been one to pay close attention to his senses, especially never having had a mentor that paid to them as well (Gathol was a Pariah, Pazol is a Corsair... at least in my mind). But he tries to keep a look out for himself as he zooms across the sand dunes toward where his master's lair lies.
Galder will tumble off of his speederbike, glad that he wasn't going as crazily fast as he had been on his way here, letting the thing drift lazily across the sand.
He ignites his lightsaber and deflects the incoming blast, while snapping his pistol into his other hand.
Balanced Guard, Block, Gunslinger, take cover and use Coordination as Galder tries to figure out where the shot came from.
Your attacker was clearly not actually aiming to hit you, as the blaster bolt strikes the sand about a foot to your right.
A moment later, someone drops down from the canyon wall not far ahead of you.
"I saw you spot where I was," Pazol says gruffly. "Never wise to give someone the chance to attack. You're lucky."
He uses a heavy blaster; he's lived out on the Rim for a long time and it's not always safe to wave around a lightsaber. He's not as good with a gun as he is with a saber, but he's certainly no slouch with it at all.
Pazol also does not put away his blaster, nor does he take his hand off of his lightsaber, as he enters his lair. The entrance to the cave opens up into a deceptively large area that is sparsely decorated; comfort is not something that he finds terribly important.
He enters and takes one of the few seats available, watching you he does so.
"I have something I must do," he states bluntly.