Sebby
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Nolan knew the lower levels of Coruscant like the back of his hand. At least, in this area he did. After getting sufficient repairs on his ship, he came back to this planet. He grew up in this dump, and he didn't know where else to go about getting any tips about treasure. But he knew one thing for sure: he wasn't going to fall for the whole mysterious box trap again. He at least knew the kinds of shady people that hung out in this part of town, and being one of them, he didn't stick out too much. This kind of setting was more comfortable than that of Naboo, and Nolan was aware of how strange that was. He never enjoyed drawing too much attention to himself, and that's exactly what he did on Naboo. But here, he blended right in.
It didn't take long for him to find a place to park his ship, and as soon as he left it, he pulled his hood over his head in the hopes that he wouldn't bump into anyone that knew him. It crossed his mind to pay his parents a visit, but it was nothing more than a passing thought. He scoffed at the thought of seeing them as if they would care at all about him being there. They never paid much attention to him before, he was basically their employee.
He decided to bypass their shop and walk toward one of the more crowded areas along a line of cantinas. Eventually, he came across someone who was looking to blow all of their credits on drinks in the cantina and Nolan took it upon himself to save them the trouble. Putting himself into the crowd and one swipe of the hand later, Nolan managed to take their wallet right from their pocket without them feeling a thing. With the wallet in hand, Nolan retreated to a different cantina across the way to stand against the wall and find out how much that guy was carrying. 60 credits. Nolan had done better than this before, but 60 credits wasn't bad. It was enough to buy a meal and maybe rent a room somewhere. He stuffed the wallet in his pocket underneath his robe and walked over to the counter.
"A plate of noodles, please," Nolan said, slipping 20 credits across the counter. The bartender didn't hesitate taking the money before walking off to whoever would prepare the dish. As he waited for the food to arrive, he sat down on one of the barstools, looking around at the crowd around him. smuggling deals and payment for bounty hunters were going everywhere, but Nolan had been used to this his whole life.
@Richie B.