Trychon and Tyrrazapon made their way down a few streets in search of a cantina that would suffice.
"I wonder how big these Revenants factions are," Tyrrazapon thought aloud. "I'm sure in dives like these people will have heard of crime rings of some sort.
"That'd be my guess. Hopefully we won't be forced to ask around too much before we hear anything." Trychon offered.
The two students came upon a large building that looked like a pretty popular hang out, complete with the usual cantina styled entrance, only this place was more in depth and seemed to be multi-leveled.
"Now this is a club," Tyrrazapon smirked. He'd been in countless cantinas, clubs and bars in his past few years smuggling and getting by and almost becoming the kind of person they were searching for. He felt like he fit right in.
As they entered the club, the two of them quickly scanned the area, and made their way through the dense crowd of people having a good time, dancing drinking and singing.
The bar seemed massive. It stood in the center and featured a full oval that attracted patrons from all sides of the floor. The design followed the building, which Tyrrazapon now noticed was also lacking corners.
Four bartenders milled about, busily serving those that eagerly sank creds into drink after drink. The two Sith found seats and gathered in their surroundings.
"What'll ya have?" one barkeep had appeared.
"Two ales," Tyrrazapon spoke up. "No, wait. Make it four to start, with information about the Revenants." He produced a large amount of creds and the barkeep tried to hide his glee.
He leaned in closer and glanced around."You two always so eager to find trouble?"
"We live for it," Trychon spoke finally. "What if we were wanting to find work with them? I mean, given our current location, I'm not so worried about "authorities" posing as barkeeps, you know?"
The man hesitated and seemed a little put off, but Tyrrazapon's offer was too good.
"Look, give me about 15 minutes and then come with me. I'll see what I can hook you up with," and then he was off to serve the rest of his patrons.
The Sith looked at each other and downed their first ales.
"Where'd you get that kind of cred man?" Trychon seemed surprised.
"Well, not that I needed it, but I "accidentally" bumped into some dancing girl on our way in that was loaded in more ways than one," Tyrrazapon gave a sly smile and started on his second drink.
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