Vrash would have a very hearty laugh at the Zeltrons expense. Her words, the tone, even her use of the force. The sweetest of parlor tricks. He was genuinely amused by what seemed to be a womp rat challenging a krayt. There was a cough that accompanied the laugh before his gaze shifted back to Deeno. "He told me you were looking for work. Got a twenty on a job, escort. Doesn't leave for a few days but it's up to you to lock down." He would grip the hunters forearm tightly. "The Pykes? Tread those waters carefully, especially if this one is working both sides. They normally know."
At Meg's words, and her intent, he could tell she wasn't a Sith and as such the disdain for her would immediately lessen. "Hunters that charge over a thousand and play the lines, Jedi, are never worth the credits. But as the boy says, no need to get bloody, unless it's sought out." His gaze would shift to the zeltron with those words.
At Meg's words, and her intent, he could tell she wasn't a Sith and as such the disdain for her would immediately lessen. "Hunters that charge over a thousand and play the lines, Jedi, are never worth the credits. But as the boy says, no need to get bloody, unless it's sought out." His gaze would shift to the zeltron with those words.