“Roll a what for charisma,” Thel asked, mildly confused. He thought Shaw might have realised how he had swayed the thinking of the Weequay. Apparently not. The walk towards the camp was a long one. He was used to such journeys though. The bandits were of no worry to him. They had done exactly what he wanted them to do.
“Don’t worry, I think we’ll be fine,” he replied to Shaw, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
Eventually, they arrived. The camp was unpleasant, as one might expect. The bandits were cooking some form of unidentifiable meat and the pungent smell had spread around the tents. Turning to look at what had so disgusted Shaw, Thel grimaced at the sight of it. “Yes, that is unpleasant.” His attention turned to some of the bandits who were gathering around one of the tents. “Time to meet the boss.” As the tent opened, he expected to be faced with a burly, battled hardened bandit. A Besalisk? Perhaps a Trandoshan or Weequay? No. To his surprise, the diminutive figure of a Toydarian came flapping out of the tent. “Oh, that’s a bit underwhelming,” he whispered to Shaw.
@throwitintothefire
“Don’t worry, I think we’ll be fine,” he replied to Shaw, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
Eventually, they arrived. The camp was unpleasant, as one might expect. The bandits were cooking some form of unidentifiable meat and the pungent smell had spread around the tents. Turning to look at what had so disgusted Shaw, Thel grimaced at the sight of it. “Yes, that is unpleasant.” His attention turned to some of the bandits who were gathering around one of the tents. “Time to meet the boss.” As the tent opened, he expected to be faced with a burly, battled hardened bandit. A Besalisk? Perhaps a Trandoshan or Weequay? No. To his surprise, the diminutive figure of a Toydarian came flapping out of the tent. “Oh, that’s a bit underwhelming,” he whispered to Shaw.
@throwitintothefire