DALE KURT
The Slicer's Vice was Dale's favorite bar on Nar Shaddaa, not saying much because he hated most bars on the moon, it reminded him too much of the bars back at home. But Nar Shadda was closest to the place Dale was renting out, and over the month or so where he lived on the moon, he had grown accustomed to the food and drink served at the bar. And the band playing was some nice background noise… so he really had nothing to complain about.
Dale was wearing his regular light armor, he never left the “house” without it, his brown armor was tightly fitted, and his hood was pulled down further than usual, his face mask was off and lying next to his plate of food, he had to rely on his hood to keep his face from being seen. The hood was pulled down far enough to cover his eyes and nose, but it left his mouth uncovered, making eating possible. Dale sat at the table in a sorta hunched over position, eating his food as fast as possible, but still trying not to look like an animal.
Dale was wearing his regular light armor, he never left the “house” without it, his brown armor was tightly fitted, and his hood was pulled down further than usual, his face mask was off and lying next to his plate of food, he had to rely on his hood to keep his face from being seen. The hood was pulled down far enough to cover his eyes and nose, but it left his mouth uncovered, making eating possible. Dale sat at the table in a sorta hunched over position, eating his food as fast as possible, but still trying not to look like an animal.