Taris
She heard there was a buyer for her trinket; no shops would take it, telling her it gave them bad vibes and assumed she had stolen it. That of course, was not true, its owner had long since died and this brooch was just laying in dust and bone. It deserved a new owner and she would have kept it, but the credits it could bring her if she managed to sell it would be enough to refuel and get off this planet. Thalia ran her thumb over the smooth stone of the trinket, her thoughts settling as she tried to figure out what made others think it was so ominous. Her instinct told her they were being cheap and it probably was just not the right place to sell it. However, she felt good about this one, but couldn't distinguished if she was just being optimistically hopeful.
Waiting across the street of the meeting point, she kept alert. The area was busy, normal amounts of traffic both on the ground and in the air of the Tarisian streets, reminding the fair headed teen of the mining colony she grew up in. Taking one more look of her item, she quickly pocketed it to avoid someone snatching it in passing; even the thought of such an idea made her stomach turn with annoyance. Checking her chrono, it would only be a few more minutes until they would arrive and Thalia decided to move. She was more than certain they would already be present, possibly even locating her before she saw them, but that idea did not seem to bother her too much as she seemed to narrow in on the credits.
Crossing the street, she entered pub, a typical business exchanging location, it has yet to fail on her. Entering, she glanced around, waiting a moment at the bar counter before occupying a recently emptied table.
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