"Finest bantha meat, sticks gleamin' with the freshest, prime meat..."
"... datapads and communicators, previously-loved and working perfectly, all at a fraction.."
"Girl! You, girl!"
Sabatha stopped and pointed at herself. "Do you mean me?" she asked. The Besalisk merchant nodded eagerly, beckoning her closer.
"Yes! Yes, come closer girl. You see the latest in hookah designs from Nar Shaddaa?" He waved one of his generous arms behind him, over a series of intricately shaped, carved and decorated hookahs in a variety of tarnished materials. "Big thing for young people these days, helps relax you in stressful situations."
"I think I'm quite happy with my mental state, but thank you very much for considering it for me," Sabatha replied brightly before skipping off down the busy street, leaving one bemused merchant. The night markets bristled with people from everywhere. It was exciting to be out again, away from the Jedi life, even for just a little while. A quick shopping trip now her allowance credits from home had cleared. Sabatha moved between the crowds, the rich scents of spices and cooking food lacing the air. The chatter of a thousand different languages around her.
She wanted some seeds for the garden on Yavin, plus a few more obscure herbs for a side-project she was working on. However, there was just this irritating tingle at the periphery of her attention. Something close to a whisper. A tension. A tug.
This seems fraught with potential problems. How exciting!
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