Zaq Alphax
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The bartender gazed at him worriedly, most likely because he didn't think the man could afford the tab he had accumulated over the night, but kept pouring until the bounty hunter's cup was filled to the brim with some alcoholic drink. Zaq had forgotten what exactly he was drinking.
He was deep in thought, oblivious to everything else around him. The cantina was bustling tonight, with the people at the bar sitting elbow to elbow. The space around them was warm with the body heat of dozens of life forms, and the atmosphere reeked of booze and grease. It was just the type of place people came to Nar Shaddaa to waste their credits.
The bounty hunter took a sip of his drink, holding a cigarra in his other hand, now taking the time to gaze around the room and take it all the faces.