The three shadowy figures entered The Slag Pit and found a secluded table in the back. They sat down and ordered a round of Corellian ale from the waitress who was at the table almost before they had seated themselves.
Raezyr started. "Darth Vikon, I presume?"
The split second of bewilderment on the stranger's face was all that was necessary for Trychon and Raezyr to realize they had made a mistake.
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