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Karasym was sitting at the bar in a cantina on Tatooine. It was night time, and cool out. He rather enjoyed the sunsets on this world as compared to Nar Shadaa. It just seemed more laid back on this world to him. Perhaps it was the rum talking again.
"Give me another," he said. He was still angry and sad anout the death of his father, but not enough to get drunk. He wasn't like that. He simply wanted to enjoy a few bottles. He looked around at the patrons, feeling something was out of place. He couldn't place his fingers on it, but there was something odd. It was a pressence he hadn't felt often, but one he was able to recognize easily; Demoly.
"Give me another," he said. He was still angry and sad anout the death of his father, but not enough to get drunk. He wasn't like that. He simply wanted to enjoy a few bottles. He looked around at the patrons, feeling something was out of place. He couldn't place his fingers on it, but there was something odd. It was a pressence he hadn't felt often, but one he was able to recognize easily; Demoly.