"Just when I thought I was out..." The young Yoh muttered to herself as she slowly waded through the streets of Tatooine. Turns out her hostage wasn't very fond of being held against his will so when they had landed in the spaceport on Tatooine, he escaped and flew off. Which left Zafara in quite the predicament as all of her equipment was on his ship, which was now probably parsecs away. Luckily, nothing important was lost, however, she was now incapable of defending herself and unable to actually fulfill any sort of bounty jobs. Truly in a difficult position, the teenager had full faith that life would sort itself out. Eventually.
Though, in the meantime she would need something to do as twiddling her thumbs waiting for something to happen was her most despised pastime. Awkwardly shuffling her way into the nearest cantina, Zafara figured having her ears violated by bad music was better than roasting out in the sun. Sitting at the bar, she kept an eye on the room and the unsavory characters that came in and out. Some that looked like her, others having appearances she could have never even conceived. It was a bit... overwhelming to say the least.
However, just before Zafara's brain started to overheat from the sheer amount of info she was getting, a stranger barged into the room.
"Who here's good at killing Tuskans?"
Though, in the meantime she would need something to do as twiddling her thumbs waiting for something to happen was her most despised pastime. Awkwardly shuffling her way into the nearest cantina, Zafara figured having her ears violated by bad music was better than roasting out in the sun. Sitting at the bar, she kept an eye on the room and the unsavory characters that came in and out. Some that looked like her, others having appearances she could have never even conceived. It was a bit... overwhelming to say the least.
However, just before Zafara's brain started to overheat from the sheer amount of info she was getting, a stranger barged into the room.
"Who here's good at killing Tuskans?"