Late morning in an Agamar spaceport...
He's practically appalled when he realizes just how late the morning was, and he's not completely sure how much of that was spent asleep, and how much of that was spend drunkenly sputtering nonsense about how much better the Empire would be if every one of it's worlds was a water world. After his drinking partner had departed the station, all bets had been off in regards to self control.
Krinn sits up on the bed, head in his clawed hands, and the minutes tick by as he groans into viridian skin. He probably looked as bad as he felt, but at the very least, he hadn't died from alcohol poisoning. Rising upon unsteady limbs, the Nautolan drapes himself within his dark, hooded robes, and insures that his lightsaber is still clipped at his belt before he departs the dimly lit chambers.
Interestingly, the port is quite a bit more crowded than it was the last time he had traveled through. In fact, it was practically buzzing with activity, and the feel of the air was different. Something had changed. And if Krinn had bothered to pay attention to anything other than his devolving state of mind, he might have been aware of the ISC's humanitarian convoy. Large eyes blink owlishly at the shifting surroundings, supplies being transported through the structure, civilians who seemed far more rugged in appearance than the few he had seen when he had first arrived. Interestingly, the number of more shady looking fellows seemed to have shrunk in number, but perhaps that could just simply be due to the time.
Krinn moves forward through the gathering variety of people, entirely unsure what to make of it all, and he thinks that, perhaps, he should check the holonet, or the news terminals, or, well, anything really. Anything that wasn't the bottom of a Spicebrew bottle. At least not yet. He does find himself bumping lightly into another, and the Nautolan doesn't really even bother to look at them as he utters a rather awkward apology.
"Sorry." Krinn manages to speak with shaky, tired breath. "Just trying to figure out what all of this is." Not that he needed to offer an explanation, but at the very least, it was an excuse.
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