Location: Desilijic Palace, Tatooine
Nor'baal was doing what he loved most in all of Hutt Space, telling up his profits. The leader of the powerful Desilijic clan, and the head of the Hutt Grand Council, was bent over his datapad, his chubby fingers prodding and picking away as he calculated the percentage of profits and extrapolated it over the next three years. The graph which was thereafter presented to him made his heart skip a few beats, and he let out a soft laugh which echoed around the cavernous room that featured as his private office.
It was rare for the Hutt to be alone; even now, he was as close to it as he ever would be. Ever since the worrying attempt on his life by a would-be business associate, the Hutt had taken additional measures to ensure his own well-being. Whilst he poured over his datapad, a collection of some six Gamorreans, armed with brutal-looking combat blades at their hips, stood on guard. Two flanked the door into the office from his throne room, and the final four kept pace with the Hutt, standing as if to form a square around him.
Finally, he had a pair of trained Corellian hounds padding about next to him, sniffing the air and awaiting his command to attack.
All-in-all, Nor'baal knew he needed more security these days. It was one of the reasons he had agreed to meet this newcomer, some bug-like alien that wished to talk to him about this exact matter. He was convinced it was some sort of trap, but curiosity for the better of him, and so he had agreed to the meeting. Upon arrival, the bug-like alien would be divested of his weapons and armour and escorted into Nor'baals office for his private audience.