They said you it was hard to find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy than Mos Eisley. Thankfully they weren't on Mos Eisley, Formos had a much tamer reputation. A wretched hive of drunkenness and idiocy was how their contact at the spaceport had described it to them. She hadn't been sure what he meant till they had walked into the local cantina, witnessing a brawl that seemed to be winding down. Though if it was a brawl or a cheap old dogpile she couldn't tell.
What she could tell was that something was off, something just didn't feel right in the Force. Even as they had been walking towards the cantina she had felt something off in her gut. But the Force, like her luck at sabbaac, was a fickle mistress. You could never tell if the rumble in your stomach was the Force giving you a warning, or you last meal seeking its revenge.
"I have a bad feeling about this." She said, more to herself than her companion as she stepped into the cantina, coming to a stop a few feet in. She took them in, the man missing a leg lying on the floor, and the group gathered around him. Whatever had happened here, it looked like it was in need of Jedi intervention.
@Phoenix
What she could tell was that something was off, something just didn't feel right in the Force. Even as they had been walking towards the cantina she had felt something off in her gut. But the Force, like her luck at sabbaac, was a fickle mistress. You could never tell if the rumble in your stomach was the Force giving you a warning, or you last meal seeking its revenge.
"I have a bad feeling about this." She said, more to herself than her companion as she stepped into the cantina, coming to a stop a few feet in. She took them in, the man missing a leg lying on the floor, and the group gathered around him. Whatever had happened here, it looked like it was in need of Jedi intervention.
@Phoenix