CORONET CITY
CORELLIA
1650 LOCAL TIME
CORELLIA
1650 LOCAL TIME
It wasn't everyday that a top-dog in the crime world reached out to a no-name Sith for help, but stranger things had happened before. Cin was curious and had nothing better to do, so he supposed it never hurt to help a neutral party out—after all, favors are a more valuable currency than credits. His mind was on the contact when he reached their meeting spot, the Sith nearly missing it.
It was a busy-looking cantina right under a shipyard—a meeting spot for laborers, and inconspicuous enough to warrant forgoing the helmet, which was in the pocket of his cloak. Pulling his hood down, he stepped inside and was met with chaos. A group of 3 shipyard workers covered in grease and gin brushed past him to leave, but he let the unwanted physical contact slide; starting a barfight before he even met the contact would be seen as very poor etiquette. Besides, he knew that displaying affinity with the Force was a polarizing issue nowadays, and he'd hate to wake up in Jedi prison.
Taking a seat in the corner like he'd arranged with the man he'd be meeting, Cin waved away a waiter—this was not the time to get drunk.
@Nor'baal
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