Raezyr's last comment gave Trychon pause.
He stared at his drink longfully. He'd been able to secure leisure beverages a few times every now and then back on his 'home' and found them relaxing and made him feel more in touch with the things around him. He thought that would be helpful in their current situation... but realized that was probably wrong.
He glanced around surreptitiously. They were getting a few looks, which wasn't surprising. They hardly blended in, but there wasn't really any one in particular who did, either.
"I didn't see any Rodians. There were quite a few people that I couldn't get a good look at without being obvious about it though."
Raezyr didn't seem surprised at all... not that it was easy to tell behind his steely mask. "I expect we'll hear something one way or another. I name dropped a little bit." He shuffled his drink around so it was less obvious they were ignoring them. "I'm not sure yet if it was a smart move or not... but I referred to us as 'Darth'. It'll likely get us a bit of respect in some forms... but it will almost certainly grant us a bit of attention from some around here."
Trychon did his best not to drop his jaw. "Well, we're not dead yet. I suppose nobody would attack without thinking twice."
He was about to go on a bit further when he saw a shady character approach from behind Raezyr. He concentrated and passed on the thought STAND. At the same time, he felt his lightsaber for comfort and began to get to his feet as well as he saw Raezyr begin to stir.
The figure allowed them to stand and then quietly spoke to them. "Sit. You're going to make a bigger scene than you already have... and I wasn't sure that was possible."
The man was older... but not old. He was several inches shorter than either Trychon or Raezyr. He had short cropped hair similar to Trychon's but it was gray... prematurely, Trychon guessed. He was wearing unassuming garb... looked completely civilian.
He sat down, and the pair followed suit.
"You two have garnered quite a bit of attention in a short amount of time. Not to the general populace... but to a few who matter. Your contact hasn't been seen in some time. There are rumors about what happened, and there's likely a few here who know the truth. They would certainly be interested in your appearance. It was originally thought he ran afoul of the local magistrate and was taken for questioning... but it's been too long for that. He was once my contact too, but I haven't heard anything. I happened to overhear some grumblings after you arrived."
Trychon was taking this all in and pretending he had any idea. It was odd talking about someone he never actually knew beyond some notes on somebody else's file.
The man continued "We can't talk here any more. You'd best make scarce. Meet me back here in three hours by the back entrance. Hopefully the buzz you've created will have diffused by then." He left quickly.
Trychon could see why. He couldn't see anything going on... but the shadows were moving more than they were before. He wasn't sure... but he figured it couldn't be good. His gut was telling him as much as well. Someone left in a hurry through the same exit their new friend had.
In his head, he heard Raezyr. Follow.
Trychon got up and headed for the exit as swiftly as he could without jogging. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder as two men stepped in front of him blocking the exit. He turned back to look and saw a skinny human with a dark look on his face. A quick glance revealed that Raezyr had vacated their table as well now.
Uh oh.
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