Tatooine: Mos Eisley
In what was becoming an increasingly rare occurrence, Nor'baal had left his palace. These days, he spent most of his time either in or travelling to one of his immense fortified sanctuaries. A Hutt at the top of his game, the Supreme Mogul of the Hutt Clans dedicated himself to leisurely pursuits, sure in the knowledge that none dared to defy his rule. Or at least they had yet to do so. But today he had made an exception to his normal routine and headed into town under escort to collect something he had longed for these past few years.
Flanked by some thirty Gamorreans to his right and left, who walked in eerily precise lines through the town, Nor'baal was accompanied by his Majordomo and Translator, as well as a set of four Wookiee Meceneries, the best in the business. Armed with Bowcasters and a set of their species 'Ryk Blades', Nor'baal felt safe under the Wookiee's protective gaze.
He drew himself to a halt, raising his fist to halt the Gamorreans as they came to a noisy halt in front of the spaceport, where he was set to meet his contacts.
Nor'baal had, to his knowledge, never met them before, so was entirely unsure as to what he was meant to expect. Suffice it to say however, he felt assured that he was in command of the situation, and could demand they turn over his prize for a good fee. He smiled, and waited for them to make themselves known.
OOC - @Sreeya and crew.