OOC: After 1 round of posting combat will officially begin
A small ways off from one of the major spaceports, there was small community where scavengers made their trade. If you needed something old and potentially broken that was the place to find it. Various species walked around, most of them speaking the language of the Hutts, as they attempted to swindle one another and get the best deal they could get. Too bad half of the salvage was basically useless in non trained hands, so not many people were around to buy it.
However Kendar was one of those people and he wasn't here for any particular reason. But he does know that sometimes the scavengers can bring up something really interesting and if they underestimate their cost, well Kendar could get a really good deal. Though at the moment, Kendar was discussing with one of the many scavengers on a crate of slugthrower ammunition that he has found. "Yes! These are very good! Pristine even!" The scavenger said in Huttese as he picked one of the slugs. "Brand new, I swear!"
Kendar shook his head as it was obvious that the ammo was not neither pristine, nor new. His best bet was that the crate was stolen off some Tuskan Raiders or something, but he probably didn't want to know the actual truth. "I get you're trying to make a living here, but let's be honest. These are pretty low quality and the price you ask for is simply way too high."
"WHAT?!" The scavenger suddenly shouted, turning some heads towards the two. "I will not have filth such as you insult my merchandise!" He proclaimed and almost made Kendar wince with his voice's volume. He seriously did not want to deal with disgruntled merchants again, but here he is. This is going to be a long day...
@Eden @Edgestriker @Grifter
A small ways off from one of the major spaceports, there was small community where scavengers made their trade. If you needed something old and potentially broken that was the place to find it. Various species walked around, most of them speaking the language of the Hutts, as they attempted to swindle one another and get the best deal they could get. Too bad half of the salvage was basically useless in non trained hands, so not many people were around to buy it.
However Kendar was one of those people and he wasn't here for any particular reason. But he does know that sometimes the scavengers can bring up something really interesting and if they underestimate their cost, well Kendar could get a really good deal. Though at the moment, Kendar was discussing with one of the many scavengers on a crate of slugthrower ammunition that he has found. "Yes! These are very good! Pristine even!" The scavenger said in Huttese as he picked one of the slugs. "Brand new, I swear!"
Kendar shook his head as it was obvious that the ammo was not neither pristine, nor new. His best bet was that the crate was stolen off some Tuskan Raiders or something, but he probably didn't want to know the actual truth. "I get you're trying to make a living here, but let's be honest. These are pretty low quality and the price you ask for is simply way too high."
"WHAT?!" The scavenger suddenly shouted, turning some heads towards the two. "I will not have filth such as you insult my merchandise!" He proclaimed and almost made Kendar wince with his voice's volume. He seriously did not want to deal with disgruntled merchants again, but here he is. This is going to be a long day...
@Eden @Edgestriker @Grifter