The Den
Far shore of Nymeve Lake
Takodana
Kel looked at the vast blue of the lake in front of him, with the mountains covered in lush green on the opposite shore. The young man closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The place was soothing, to the point that he forgot about the troubles he had gotten into on Nar Shaddaa. And don't even get me started about the smog and stench there. Kel exhaled discontently and took one last glance at the lake and turned around. The thought of his homeworld of Nar Shaddaa reminded him that he had work to do and people to meet. He checked the DL-44 on his hip, adjusted the flight suit, and headed towards "civilization".
The scoundrel's contact hasn't shown up yet, so Kel had some time to walk around the so-called Den. Even that name was an overstatement—what Kel was actually looking at was a strange mix of a small open-air marketplace and a tent city. As the smuggler walked closer towards it, his nostrils were hit by the smells of various meat being fried, alcoholic(?) concoctions being brewed, fusion cutters being used, and various animals grazing outside the camp. The constant hum of various languages was only interrupted by the occasional roar of a ship landing or taking off near the improvised town.
Noticing a large lean-to with quite a few small tables underneath, Kel smirked and headed towards it. If he were to wait for his contact in the Den on Takodana, he might as well get some distraction from his troubles. Taking a seat by a free table, Kell took out a deck of Pazaak cards from his pocket. Shuffling them with the air of a man who knew what he was doing, he asked loudly: "Anyone up for a game?"
Far shore of Nymeve Lake
Takodana
Kel looked at the vast blue of the lake in front of him, with the mountains covered in lush green on the opposite shore. The young man closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The place was soothing, to the point that he forgot about the troubles he had gotten into on Nar Shaddaa. And don't even get me started about the smog and stench there. Kel exhaled discontently and took one last glance at the lake and turned around. The thought of his homeworld of Nar Shaddaa reminded him that he had work to do and people to meet. He checked the DL-44 on his hip, adjusted the flight suit, and headed towards "civilization".
The scoundrel's contact hasn't shown up yet, so Kel had some time to walk around the so-called Den. Even that name was an overstatement—what Kel was actually looking at was a strange mix of a small open-air marketplace and a tent city. As the smuggler walked closer towards it, his nostrils were hit by the smells of various meat being fried, alcoholic(?) concoctions being brewed, fusion cutters being used, and various animals grazing outside the camp. The constant hum of various languages was only interrupted by the occasional roar of a ship landing or taking off near the improvised town.
Noticing a large lean-to with quite a few small tables underneath, Kel smirked and headed towards it. If he were to wait for his contact in the Den on Takodana, he might as well get some distraction from his troubles. Taking a seat by a free table, Kell took out a deck of Pazaak cards from his pocket. Shuffling them with the air of a man who knew what he was doing, he asked loudly: "Anyone up for a game?"