“Bold of you to assume that we’ll tell—” But the other man cut him off and responded anyway, earning him, ironically, an insult of being a gualama lover.
However, that was the last thing he would use to describe the man. They wanted to kill these innocent animals for their furs to sell on the black market? The thought of doing something like that was repulsive. Naboo was an affluent planet with plenty of opportunity available, and these men chose to do this instead. Quin wasn’t one to tell others how to live their lives, but these two made him more angry than he should have been. He could see Elidan frowning too— they were on the same page here.
Then his friend’s question came through in his head, reminding him to stay on task and get to the bottom of this. Switching his gaze back to the men, he relayed Elidan’s inquiry out loud.
“That’s none of your business,” Quin’s former opponent snapped. But again, the other seemed more cooperative. Or perhaps, only because he wanted to get back at his friend for getting them into the mess.
“He’s Olun. Olun Dala. He’s the one in charge. I, on the contrary, don’t want to be here. There are more gualamas on the plains, anyway.” Another string of creative insults came out of Olun’s mouth, and Quin let out an inward sigh as he exchanged an exasperated glance with Elidan.
“Well, he’s Arhul Madine! He deserves at least half the blame. It was his idea to start selling gualamas in the first place!” And then the two started to bicker, and Quin shook his head at the sight.
“There’s plenty of blame to go around,” he muttered to himself before turning back to the other Padawan. Now that we know who both of them are, do you have a way of contacting the authorities? he asked Elidan telepathically. Wanted or not, these guys can be arrested for poaching. As they deserve to be.
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