Mutual deals were one of Nakoa's favorite things and underworld types were almost always willing to oblige. Despite the reputation for ruthlessness most gangs and groups worked hard to cultivate, much like your average predator in nature, they preferred not to start trouble for no good reason. So long as everyone got something good out of it, everyone walked away that much richer. When it came to the Crimson Dawn, their specialty made things a little bit awkward.
They traded in Force-related artifacts but had few means of verifying integrity or defending themselves against Force-users who didn't feel like paying a fair price. That's why Nakoa and one of their men were here on Myrkr. Nakoa wanted Vosnkyr, the Crimson Dawn wanted Vornskyr. Simple enough in theory.
In practice, finding and capturing suitable examples wouldn't be that easy. But the risk was worth it, both for the immediate prize and potential contacts on both sides. Besides, a job was a job.
As usual, Nakoa had set up camp around his ship with tarps and everything, hidden in a river valley beneath rocky outcroppings. The Dawn representative would show up eventually and the Wrean wasn't in a rush.
@Zay