Haven walked into the catina, his HK droid in tow as usual. As he approached the bar the barman angrily told him that droid's were not allowed, but a quick wave of his hand and the barman repeated him, saying that this droid is fine. Haven wandered over to the bar and, noticing he was attracting a fair amount of unwanted attention from the other patrons, shrank his prescence in the Force so he passed almost unnoticed to Force sensitives and the un-gifted alike. He consented that he did look conspicuous, in a full length black cloak with the hood up, obscuring his combat vest, tattooed arms and face. He sat on a stool at the bar, HK standing next to him.
"I'll have an ale and my friend will have whatever rubbish droid's drink," he said in a low voice, waving his hand, "and payment will not be a problem."
He waited for his drink, looking over the crowded cantina at the various unsavoury patrons.
"I'll have an ale and my friend will have whatever rubbish droid's drink," he said in a low voice, waving his hand, "and payment will not be a problem."
He waited for his drink, looking over the crowded cantina at the various unsavoury patrons.
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