Valek nodded to Quentell's reminder as he looked around before entering the all too familier cantina. He has been here several times, usualytaking on a job who could afford him back wen he was a freelance mercenary. The worst thing that could happen was an associate from before would approach Valek for another favor, and Valek would simply have to refuse the offer. Quentell obviously knew the bartender, so that might have made things easier as he made his way through the bar, several eyes looking towards the one eyed merc, but not one speaking ot to him. valek then found an empty spot at the bar as he took a seat at it, resting his arms on it.
This place was full of scum, the same scum he killed while working as a mercenary, which made Valek hate these sort of disease infested hives.
This place was full of scum, the same scum he killed while working as a mercenary, which made Valek hate these sort of disease infested hives.