The two Sith meandered through a few alleys and streets until they found the location they were looking for. They were pretty surprised as they walked through the entrance to see that the inside of the cantina did not match the battered outside of the building. It was a different sort of establishment altogether, with a bit more lighting than they were used to. The area seemed much cleaner though, which seemed to be why they didn't mind having the lights on.
Some of the booths off to one side were still fairly dark, so it seemed that perhaps the management was still comfortable with the occasional shady deal, as long as it was a higher class of criminal. Trychon and Raezyr didn't really mind one way or the other, as they weren't worried about running into trouble anyway.
They picked out one of the booths, and sat down. The list of ales was longer than any they'd seen previously, so with their newfound credits they tried a few of the costlier brews, with mixed results.
Their contact was supposed to know to meet them here... and had presumably been given a day or two as a timetable, with a rough description of Raezyr and Trychon. They didn't have much info on their contact, so they simply waited. They passed the time by talking quietly about the unexpected windfall... Trychon laughed about Raezyr's 'Nice touch' in removing the one thug's ear as well as making the old man cry and soil himself... and Raezyr complimented Trychon on his seemingly heightened senses when it came to the man.
After a few hours, and many ales... a small slip of flimsi showed up under Raezyr's ale.
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