The four of them settled into a booth, one of many... the trademark of a good cantina.
They had gotten a few looks as they sat down, but nobody said anything. Trychon was actually thinking about heading up to the main bar to seek out some service when a droid came by and took their order. Tyrrazapon found a somewhat local concoction and Trychon ordered four of them.
"Ugh." Anya said, with a disgusted look on her face as she looked around. "I hate places like this. First off, I'm not drinking that, Trych... " Trychon mumbled something about wanting two any way... and didn't appear that upset. Anya continued. "Second... did you guys see how nearly everyone in the bar watched us as we came in?"
Tyrrazapon downed half of his ale in a few quick drinks. He seemed determined to beat Trychon to the extra glass sitting between them. "I think you're letting your disgust of this sort of establishment cloud your thoughts. Feeling the crowd through the force aside... watch more carefully. Everyone in this bar is keeping an eye on everything they can. It's nothing to do with us. Everyone's watching out for their own back, and avoiding getting in the way of anyone else. Nobody here cares about us... unless they're bounty hunters, naturally."
Trychon finished his drink and snatched up the extra one while Tyrrazapon talked to Anya and the group. Ale safely in hand, he spoke up. "We already know there's a bounty on us. I'd even bet it's safe to say it's gone up as much as double in the past 48 hours. If there's Bounty Hunters around though, we're no less safe in here than we are in the street... or anywhere. I personally wouldn't mind a fair shot at one or five right now. Bastards."
No comments:
Post a Comment