The two Sith Warriors took the swoop bikes into town the next afternoon in order to keep their meeting with Dagus Kolant. There was plenty of hustle and bustle going on and they had to slow once inside the village to avoid collisions with not only landspeeders of various makes and models, but foot traffic as well, which for the most part seemed impervious to any of the vehicles trying to push their way through the throng.
"It seems Kolant choice of meeting place wasn't as bad as we initially anticipated," Trychon said to his brother quietly enough so others couldn't hear.
Raezyr just nodded. He felt a bit out of place as no one else was wearing armor. He pulled his cloak hood up over his helm then pointed to what he thought was a good place to park their swoop bikes.
Once they had parked, it took no time to ask, and get directions to the tavern. Apparently it wasn't the only place that served alcohol, but it was the only one called just, "The Tavern."
The establishment was fairly bustling even for mid-afternoon, but the Sith chalked that up to whatever was going on in town. Even so, they were able to find a secluded booth near the rear of the cantina.
An older, heavy-set waitress took their drink order and and when she had left, Raezyr slipped his helmet off, sitting it on the bench seat beside him. "What's going on around here, I wonder?" he commented more to himself than to his brother.
"I have no idea, but I've a mind to ask. It's way too busy around here for this small of a town," Trychon agreed. He looked around for a moment and when he caught the eye of a man at the next table, he leaned over and asked.
"Oh, there's gonna be a hangin'," the man remarked. "Hain't been a hangin' roun' here for many a year. Folks comin' from all over the region to watch."
"When is execution scheduled for?" Trychon inquired further.
"Oh, it's gonna take place this ev'nin' jus' afore sundown," the man replied.
"And one more question, sir... Who is it they are hanging?" Trychon asked. He didn't really care, as he doubted he'd have ever heard of the man, but he thought it might be more suspicious not to ask.
"Oh some Zabrak outlaw... goes by the name of Kolant... Dagus Kolant."
Trychon tried not to let shock show on his face. "Thank you for your time."
He turned back to his little brother who actually had a grin on his face. "I guess we get to watch him hang then, hunh?"
Trychon scowled and grabbed his brother's cloakfront, pulling him closer to be sure no one would over hear. "Don't you get it? If they hang Kolant, then our whole scheme is down the tubes. We'll never find someone to take his place at this point in time. Not someone we trust enough to do the job."
Realization dawned on Raezyr. Then a wily grin crossed his face as his brother let go of his cloak.
"I don't like that look, Raez," Trychon said warily. "You're not going to do anything stupid, are you?"
"Hey, it's me!" Raezyr replied with a mock-innocent expression.
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"It seems Kolant choice of meeting place wasn't as bad as we initially anticipated," Trychon said to his brother quietly enough so others couldn't hear.
Raezyr just nodded. He felt a bit out of place as no one else was wearing armor. He pulled his cloak hood up over his helm then pointed to what he thought was a good place to park their swoop bikes.
Once they had parked, it took no time to ask, and get directions to the tavern. Apparently it wasn't the only place that served alcohol, but it was the only one called just, "The Tavern."
The establishment was fairly bustling even for mid-afternoon, but the Sith chalked that up to whatever was going on in town. Even so, they were able to find a secluded booth near the rear of the cantina.
An older, heavy-set waitress took their drink order and and when she had left, Raezyr slipped his helmet off, sitting it on the bench seat beside him. "What's going on around here, I wonder?" he commented more to himself than to his brother.
"I have no idea, but I've a mind to ask. It's way too busy around here for this small of a town," Trychon agreed. He looked around for a moment and when he caught the eye of a man at the next table, he leaned over and asked.
"Oh, there's gonna be a hangin'," the man remarked. "Hain't been a hangin' roun' here for many a year. Folks comin' from all over the region to watch."
"When is execution scheduled for?" Trychon inquired further.
"Oh, it's gonna take place this ev'nin' jus' afore sundown," the man replied.
"And one more question, sir... Who is it they are hanging?" Trychon asked. He didn't really care, as he doubted he'd have ever heard of the man, but he thought it might be more suspicious not to ask.
"Oh some Zabrak outlaw... goes by the name of Kolant... Dagus Kolant."
Trychon tried not to let shock show on his face. "Thank you for your time."
He turned back to his little brother who actually had a grin on his face. "I guess we get to watch him hang then, hunh?"
Trychon scowled and grabbed his brother's cloakfront, pulling him closer to be sure no one would over hear. "Don't you get it? If they hang Kolant, then our whole scheme is down the tubes. We'll never find someone to take his place at this point in time. Not someone we trust enough to do the job."
Realization dawned on Raezyr. Then a wily grin crossed his face as his brother let go of his cloak.
"I don't like that look, Raez," Trychon said warily. "You're not going to do anything stupid, are you?"
"Hey, it's me!" Raezyr replied with a mock-innocent expression.
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Iiiiiiiiiiiiii'm caught up! (ish). lol
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