Xath boarded the ship with apprehension. He didn't know what to think of the dwarf he'd met on Nar Shaadaa, whether he could be trusted or not. Nevertheless, they were of the same organization. He coughed and shook his head.
The Mistress Shade was beautifully crafted; he'd have been honored to own anything of the sort. Whoever this guy was, he had money...a lot of it. He turned to the left, winced, and looked down to see the character. "Look..." He rasped, coughing again. "We've not been officially introduced and I shouldn't talk to strangers, let alone go into the ship." He laughed before another spasm caught him. "Name's..." He hesitated. He had his Sith clothes on, and though he wanted to trust this man, he wasn't sure he could.
"Well, you can call me the Cimmerian" His alias wasn't the best, but it'd do. It sure did fit his personality, that was certain. Then again, did he really fear the late? Or was it just a hate? Strong dislike? Fear leads to anger...they were all connected. Didn't matter.
The Mistress Shade was beautifully crafted; he'd have been honored to own anything of the sort. Whoever this guy was, he had money...a lot of it. He turned to the left, winced, and looked down to see the character. "Look..." He rasped, coughing again. "We've not been officially introduced and I shouldn't talk to strangers, let alone go into the ship." He laughed before another spasm caught him. "Name's..." He hesitated. He had his Sith clothes on, and though he wanted to trust this man, he wasn't sure he could.
"Well, you can call me the Cimmerian" His alias wasn't the best, but it'd do. It sure did fit his personality, that was certain. Then again, did he really fear the late? Or was it just a hate? Strong dislike? Fear leads to anger...they were all connected. Didn't matter.
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