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Bordeaux Nnitrilyaje had had a long day. Tatooine had been the birthplace of her father, the late Dezmonariero Nnitrilyaje. She had come to the desert planet to pay her respects.
To her dismay, she never did find the location of Dezmonariero's first home. According to word on the street, the place had been torn down and a port had been built on it.
Hoping to drown herself in liquid distractants, she entered the Mos Eisley Cantina and sat down at the bar. She looked at the menu for wines, but didn't recognize any of the wine brands.
"Just my luck," grumbled Bordeaux. "No familiar brands."
To her dismay, she never did find the location of Dezmonariero's first home. According to word on the street, the place had been torn down and a port had been built on it.
Hoping to drown herself in liquid distractants, she entered the Mos Eisley Cantina and sat down at the bar. She looked at the menu for wines, but didn't recognize any of the wine brands.
"Just my luck," grumbled Bordeaux. "No familiar brands."