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Karl watched as the tall shot glass was taken to the woman’s lips; one fell swoop as fatal for the drink as an axe that bit the back of a neck. Whether fatal for the drinker was a question yet to be answered, till a telltale sign seemed to emerge in a countenance that contested with exposure. The Firebeard was not for the faint of heart; something a person might dare to drink on the front end or the back end, or anywhere in the middle—no time was better than now or never. Yet, regardless of any previous doses and dances on her part, the woman held her drink. Karl made sure to not let his impression show on his face beyond a smile that couldn’t stretch past an inch, his eyes embedded in hers.
Just then, her hand grabbed his own; more of a rock than a hand. Karl felt the tight grip and gave into it, responding with the same strength that one Deucalian would ask from another. An iron grip. Hers is the strength of a thousand. Her first name gave way, a simple nothing as much and as less as his own forename, but her second name revealed everything that Karl had already reasoned. A thousand in one. A Valengard. It took a moment before he realized that their hands might have been held a little longer than comfort commanded. He withdrew his arm but not his gaze, suddenly seeing himself reflected in her own. What is fate that a Deucalian cannot kill?
“My clan name means little in this cantina, less on this planet,” Karl spoke plainly, breaking eye contact for as long as it took to glimpse the patrons and servers around the bar with a warrior’s wariness. He glanced at his own crew who had since lost interest and sat in their booth trading laughter. When he looked back, two fresh Firebeard’s thudded upon the counter. He didn’t reach for his yet. “Yours, on the other hand, is a story wrapped up in the tails of tales. Which one brought you to The Dire Wolf?” Karl could only wonder. This little joint on Nal Hutta catered to Deucalians first and foremost, the White Wolves in particular, so if a Vanguard Valengard was here then it was likely on business. Even if it’s the clandestine business of reminiscing on a name whose time withers with the wind of the Deucalians.
@Herrith