"Bowling for Jawas, or, Tatooine, Exotic Planet" Log Date: 1/21/97 Log Cast: Shenner, Grathix, with a brief appearance by Dillon Log Intro: If there's anything worse than being a penniless, luckless street rat, it's being a street rat stranded in the charming city of Mos Eisley, on the equally charming planet Tatooine. This is exactly the situation in which a young thief named Shenner has found herself, after having to defend herself against a lecherous Corellian who'd promised to get her into New Republic space but who turned out to be more interested in a tumble in his ship's bunk. Now, cursing that Corellian every morning she gets up (and Mos Eisley is, if anything, a good source for inspiration for creative cursing), Shenner's stalking the streets of this desert hole, busking by day... and pickpocketing by night. ---------- You head north, into the very center of this sad excuse for a city. Center of Town - Mos Eisley - Tatooine This is the dusty, grime ridden main intersection of one of the armpits of the Galaxy, Mos Eisley. Around you, the dregs of many races go about their unimportant lives doing their unimportant jobs. In the middle of the intersection, seemingly ignored by the crowds passing through here, is what was once the Mos Eisley well. (Any objects dropped here, will fall down the well.) Along the western side of the intersection, partially buried to provide some protection from the heat, lies one of the city's first blockhouses, now home of the notorious Mos Eisley Cantina. Contents: R3-D1 Tatooine Info-Terminal Obvious exits: West North East South Cantina Mos Eisley Hotel You hear someone mention the new Fey Wech Apartment complex. Grathix comes from the north. Grathix has arrived. Grathix looks at you for a moment. Shenner(#9664Penc) To most if not all passing glances, this individual could be summed up as 'young male human', and certainly the walk, stance, and mannerisms seem like those a brash young man would have. The short, spiky cap of dark red hair, with a brief little comma of a forelock over the left side of the brow, is masculine in look, as is the lean, angular build and tallish height. But if this is indeed a human male, it is one with uncommonly delicate features, dominated by large, luminous, and sharply intelligent green eyes... and a closer regard may well reveal to the observer that this human's voice is a shade _too_ high to truly be a young man's tenor -- in fact, it sounds more like a young woman's contralto. This young human is clad in blandly nondescript garb notable only for its evidence of age and use: an overlarge brown flight jacket, an offwhite tunic of simple cut, dark grey breeches that might once have been part of a uniform and which are now tucked into battered beige leather boots. A desert-style head cloth is draped around her head, open enough to reveal her face and a glimpse of her hair and eyes. She seems cordial enough, but wary and alert. Grathix Before you stands the figure of a 6'2" being. He wears a light brown, long-sleeved shirt tucked neatly into a loose fitting pair of black pants. On his feet, he wears a pair of well-kept and polished black boots. His attire is one of precision and neatness. His hair is combed back; his long, flowing black hair braided in the back. The braid rests on his right shoulder, reaching down towards his abdomen. He is dark skinned. His skin appears tough, as if conditioned by harsh climates. He is a handsome individual. His clothing does little to hide the well-toned and built physique that lays underneath. He has a pair of reptilian-looking crimson eyes that casually peruse his environment, each eye moving indepently from the other, as he takes in the sights before him. He walks and stands with the grace, calmness and confidence of someone who is always in complete control of any situation. He speaks with a pleasant, deep tone, rich with sincerity and with a slight edge of authority. On his left hand, he holds a large black case which he carries with ease. In his right hand, he holds a black leather duster neatly folded and drapped over his forearm. Carrying: Large Black Case (closed) Leaning in the shadow of one of the cantina walls, Shenner lurks, scanning the town's center every so often as beings of this race and that hurry by. Grathix makes his way towards the Cantina. Shenner marks the passage of the big... well, okay, not sure. Male being. Her stance shifts once, warily, then she turns her attention off to another mark... somebody smaller. Jawa-sized, maybe. Grathix stops just before the Cantina's entrance and takes a precautionary look about. It just so happens there are a few Jawas out. A pair of them, scuttling along one of the streets... and the dusty, sand-covered figure in the shadows straightens consideringly, lifting a hand to wrap a head-cloth about his, or perhaps her, face. As the Jawas scurry about their business, the dusty one moves, following them. Grathix gaze falls upon the dusk one's movement, tracking it as it moves. Grathix turns from the Cantina and begins to walk toward's the dusky one's general direction. The two Jawas dart off down a side street... and their shadow trails them, keeping as unobtrusive as possible. Nothing to see here, move along. Nothing here but sand and dust and more sand... and anyone who buys that doesn't spy the thin shadow moving to go after the Jawas, or a brief surreptitious movement of a skinny hand to what may well be a blaster under loose clothing. Grathix continues on his path, following the sand covered individual. Off down that side street, the pair of Jawas separates. One lags... and the dusty shadow catches up with the little creature. There's a brief, quick swing of the back of a skinny hand, aimed to knock out. The Jawa gets off barely a squeak before the dusty shadow is searching its thick brown robes. Grathix sees the event, and continues towards the sand covered individual and the Jawa. The fallen Jawa lies still, and its assailant crouches beside it, finally coming up with a battered pouch. Skinny hands heft it, considering, then ferret it away into a pocket... and the shadow moves to heft the Jawa, to carry off somewhere less obvious, preferably with deeper shadows. Grathix says, "You there!" Grathix says in a loud voice, clearly directed towards the sand covered person. Grathix begins to sprint towards the assailant. The shadow stiffens. Then, dropping the Jawa, the shadow risks one look over a shoulder; green eyes narrow, and then the shadow flees. You head West. Mos Eisley-Imperial Road (West 1) This must be one of the better parts of town. Your not sure why it must be, because it's still Mos Eisley and still Tatooine. But things seem less rundown here. It almost looks liveable. Contents: Beggar Boy Obvious exits: est leads to Mos Eisley-Imperial Road (West 2). ast leads to Center of Town - Mos Eisley - Tatooine. Beggar Boy holds out a little bowl towards Shenner, "Please, spare a credit. I ain't ate in four days." Beggar Boy says, "Give me a credit and I'll tell you a secret." [No time for beggars, not right now. Shenner charges past the pathetic child, vaulting down a twist of the sandy street, as fast as she can go...] Grathix comes in from the East. Grathix has arrived. Beggar Boy holds out a little bowl towards Grathix, "Please, spare a credit. I ain't ate in four days." Beggar Boy says, "Give me a credit and I'll tell you a secret." You head West. Mos Eisley-Imperial Road (West 2) The farther away from the center of Mos Eisley you get, the better it looks. But then, maybe it's because you are getting close to the edge of town, closer to the blandness of the desert. If it wasn't Mos Eisley, you might think of settling down here. Obvious exits: USS Inc ast Grathix comes in from the East. Grathix has arrived. The shadow's a lithe one, but the problem is, longer strides can catch up with it. Another quick look back... ah, _kark_, which way? Maybe south... the shadow turns to dart down in that direction. Grathix continues to run after the lithe shadowy figure. For a few minutes, a good burst of speed carries the shadow down around the back side of one of the buildings on this street... and right smack into a dead end. Shenner skids to a halt, panting, and whirls around again. Okay, _now_ what... Grathix stops himself towards the entrance of the dead-end, sets his case down upon the ground and stands in the way looking at the individual. Grathix walks towards the individual, his breathing just slightly irregular. Grathix says, "I noticed what you did bink there. Now, care to explain your actions? or shall i have the authorities come pick you up." in Basic. Feet planted broadly, green eyes flicking first to the left and then the right of this big male, Shenner retorts in a breathless growl, "What business is it of yours?" Grathix slides his right hand into his right pants pockets. Large Black Case (closed) slides an antenna from its side. Large Black Case (closed) A large case made of a dark and opaque polymer. Grathix smirks, and says, "oh you'll find that all that proceeds within this city interests me." Grathix pulls out a comlink unit of sorts from his pocket and speaks into it. Grathix says, "ttefabob lomyniya ardnzi smal sille revned nnylf aschc ardnzi yendor ebmekid revned lomyniya yendor obmutum sregdor" in Mandalorian. The thief's green eyes dart once towards the black case, narrow, then flick back to the other. The captor? "I'm surprised you haven't noticed the new rage," the thief replies blandly, getting breath back, stance not shifting. "Jawa-rolling for fun and profit...." But at the burst of an unfamiliar tongue. the thief tenses. Uh-oh. Can't hang around if reinforcements are coming...! Grathix places the unit back into his pocket. Grathix grins, "Yes, of that I know. But perhaps you don't realize that someone has to pay for that type of 'fun'." Grathix says, "it today it will be you." in Basic. The thief shifts slightly forward on booted feet, perhaps preparing to spring back into flight, even as the low tenor... or maybe contralto... voice offers, "'Course, if you're interested, I could always cut you in on a percentage...!" But the offer trails off. Guess not. The thief promptly opts for flight, then, aiming to dodge around the bigger being... and away from that case, whatever it is... Grathix sees the thief preparing to bolt and prepares to stop it. Grathix lunges forward trying to restrain the thief. The thief yelps, grabbed by the shoulders, and starts struggling! Grathix holds the thief firmly for a moment and says, "Listen, I'm not going to hurt you or turn you in. Actually, I just wanted to talk with you." Grathix slings the thief back towards the dead-end, not too forcefully though,letting him go. Wriggly as a serpent, the thief. Its arms and legs flail, and for a moment, it draws in breath -- maybe considering a scream. But, in time, the next words are registered, and green eyes peer suspiciously up out of the concealing head-cloth... half loose, now... as the grip is released. "So you want the pouch, or what?" the low young voice demands. Grathix shakes his head. "No, you can keep the pouch. I just want to know the type of person you are and whether or not I might have need of someone like you." Shenner skitters back a few steps, panting anew... and visibly frowning, now that the head-cloth has fallen to reveal a pale, sun-chapped mouth. "Suppose you tell me what kind of... person you need, first." Grathix smirks, "I think your type, but I need to make sure first." Grathix stand back, watching the young human, awaiting for a response. Grathix takes a few steps back and picks up his briefcase. Large Black Case (closed) retracts its antenna The thief's green gaze studies you, then he... well, okay, he, that'll do for now... counters, pale mouth curling in something that might be a smirk and might be a smile, "I know a little more than how to troll for unwary Jawas." Grathix nods, "yes, I bet you do. How about we discuss this over a drink. you do drink, do you not?" Grathix stands aside, no longer blocking the entrance to the dead end alley way. "I drink if you're buying," replies the thief. 'He' straightens, stance relaxing... somewhat. Grathix says, "If you are interested, find me at the cantina. I believe you know where that is." Grathix turns and head towards the east. Grathix heads East. Grathix has left. You paged Grathix with 'IC: The thief doesn't follow you, not immediately -- perhaps wary of being seen with anybody. 'He' lingers near where you've left him, for a time, then once you're out of immediate sight, pads off circumspectly after you... not taking a direct route, but steadily following.'. You head East. Mos Eisley-Imperial Road (West 1) Contents: Beggar Boy Obvious exits: est leads to Mos Eisley-Imperial Road (West 2). ast leads to Center of Town - Mos Eisley - Tatooine. You head East. Center of Town - Mos Eisley - Tatooine Contents: R3-D1 Tatooine Info-Terminal Obvious exits: West North East South Cantina Mos Eisley Hotel A large family walks by muttering incoherently to all but themselves. You enter the cantina bravely.... Mos Eisley Cantina - Mos Eisley - Tatooine Dimly lit, smoke from a dozen different substances floats in the air, creating a haze that gives the whole place a surreal quality. A few tables are scattered around, but the place is dominated by a large bar in the center. Music from several different cultures is played by the band (usually at the same time), creating a cacaphony that makes a perfect cover for talking 'business'. Looking around, you can spot beings from at least seven different races, everything from Arconians to Shistavanen Wolfmen, huddled over tables and exchanging animated conversation...either business offers or tales of past exploits. The atmosphere of the place just seems to kind of reach out and engulf you as you look about, luring you inward... Contents: Grathix Gr'ank Obvious exits: ut Grathix takes a sip from his Mandalorian_Spiced_Wine. Grathix sits at a booth in the corner, immeresed in his own thoughts. Eventually, at the door, the dusty-garbed, green-eyed pickpocket shows up... and pauses to scan tonight's cantina denizens. A waiter type person steps up to Grathix and indicates him to the entrance. Grathix nods to the waiter and hands him some credits, then turns to view the entrance. The waiter type walks up to Shenner and tells him, "In the booth. He's waiting for you there." Definitely the thief, slipping casually into the place. The green gaze sweeps about from table to table, narrowing a moment at a rowdy trio of Corellians arguing over a sabacc game... then settles on the waiter. "That a fact," the tenor voice drawls, but the thief does alter course towards the booth in question. You slide into the booth. BOOTH Near to the smokey table, another booth is placed into the rear wall of the main lounge, but this REALLY does look more comfortable, and one even can see the people which are sitting there. The air is much cleaner there, yet it doesn't look so interesting. It is mostly reserved for small groups of people who want to relax from a hard day's work with some ale or tea and a little bit of chatter. Occupied: Grathix In the booth, Grathix says, without looking up at you, "What'll you have?" Grathix takes a sip from his Mandalorian_Spiced_Wine. Dillon walks in, shaking the sand off. Dillon has arrived. In the booth, Shenner smiles narrowly. "Something better than the sludge Gr'ank calls cider. What're _you_ drinking?" Dillon searches himself a free chair at the bar. In the booth, Grathix says, "bink wine. Care for some?" in Basic. Shenner's green gaze shifts towards the door, casually noting new arrivals, then back to the bigger figure in the booth. In the booth, Grathix finally looks up from his drink and rests his gaze upon you. Grathix looks at you for a moment. In the booth, Shenner says, "Long as you're feeling generous... why not." in Basic. In the booth, Grathix nods. Grathix calls over the waiter type and places an order. Gr'ank quickly puts together a Mandalorian_Spiced_Wine and hands it to Shenner, which was kindly ordered by Grathix. Dillon enters the bar slowly. He pauses about the doorway for a moment and surveys the area with a critical eye. He turns attention foward once again and casually strolls toward the bar. In the booth, Grathix motions toward the drink. "there you are. Drink. See if its to your liking." From the booth. Shenner leans casually back, stance now not unlike that of the Corellians in the sabacc game... ostensibly at ease, but green gaze alert. As the server brings wine to the booth, that human's skinny hand lifts, and with a thin half-smile, the human drinks. In the booth, Grathix nods and lifts his glass to his lips Grathix takes a sip from his Mandalorian_Spiced_Wine. The smaller figure in the booth, the one who's just received the wine, takes an experimental swig, and coughs... just once. The sharp green eyes might, just _might_, be seen to get a trifle teary, before the human promptly downs another draught. Dillon finds a suitable stool and removes a handkerchief from his breast pocket. He wipes of the execess of what was once one of Gr'ank's strange concoctions and sits down. In the booth, Shenner grins, a trifle wider. "Okay, it's better than the cider. So." Dark eyebrows go up. "How'm I paying for this generosity?" In the booth, Grathix grins a little. "You're not, not this time." In the booth, Grathix leans back upon his seat and asks, "What's your name?" The smaller figure at the booth eyes the larger, while lazily swirling about the contents of the wineglass. They're probably conversing, but it's anybody's guess as to the subject, what with the ambient noise in here. The smaller figure's green gaze, though, keeps occasionally flicking around the room, taking everything else, just... paying attention. In the booth, Shenner says simply, "Shenner. Who's asking?" In the booth, Grathix says, "Well, Shenner, you can call me Grathix. Now that we've dispensed with the formalities of your culture, lets get down to business." in Basic. In the booth, Shenner's green gaze remains on 'his' companion, at least for the nonce. "I'm listening." Another sip of wine, this one smaller. Dillon sits patiently at the bar for a few moments. He looks down toward his wrist and shakes his head slightly. He takes a deep breath, stands, and moves away from the bar toward the exit. In the booth, Grathix says, "yu need to borrow your vessel. You do have don't you?" in Basic. Dillon leaves the Cantina via the front door. Dillon has left. Grathix takes a sip from his Mandalorian_Spiced_Wine. In the booth, Shenner keeps 'his' dark eyebrows up. "What makes you think I have a ship?" In the booth, Grathix looks at you calmly, "Its obvious you aren't from these parts. You skin is not weathered as it should be from this climate." Grathix takes a sip from his Mandalorian_Spiced_Wine. In the booth, Grathix says, "So either you've lived a very sheltered life, which I highly doubt, or have recently arrived here." in Basic. In the booth, Shenner doesn't look too surprised at this assertion; nor is it denied. 'He' _does_ take another mouthful of the wine, apparently intent on making it last, even while smirking and replying, "Can't say I can claim the... honor of being born on this sand-heap, no." A pause, another glance at the wine, and then the frank addition, "I don't have a ship. I'll go ahead and tell you that now." In the booth, Grathix nods, "Yes, of that I was certain. Now how did you get here." Grathix finishes off the rest of his Mandalorian_Spiced_Wine. In the booth, Shenner considers, pausing again between drinks, green eyes glittering sharply. The smirk hardens into a somewhat more angry expression, and 'his' tone turns curt. "I was stranded. 'Nuff said." In the booth, Grathix nods, "Fair enough. Let me be frank now, I'm looking for someone who specializes in the art of not being seen. Do you posses that talent?" In the booth, Shenner shifts 'his' expression a bit more towards amusement, now. "Enough of it. So far." In the booth, Grathix reaches into his left pocket and takes out 500 credits. He sets them on the table and says, "Then show me. If I'm satisifed, these will be yours." In the booth, Shenner stops... and stares at the money. The thief's cocky shell wavers, _just_ enough, to suggest that this humanling hasn't ever before seen so much coinage. In the booth, Grathix looks at the human and says, "well, Shenner, what say you? You up to it, or do i need to find me someone else." In the booth, Shenner sits up, then, eyes glittering again, smirk returned. "What, you want me to just vanish right here? I"m not a Jedi, pal..." In the booth, Grathix smirks, "I'd know if you were. But since its your talent, you give me your best demostration." In the booth, Grathix grins, "Take your time. These credits aren't going anywhere." In the booth, Shenner slugs down the last of the wine, then says, "Okay, you're on. Tell you what... give me... twenty minutes. Then you come looking -- I'll be within four blocks' radius. You don't find me in another hour, you pay. You find me, you go about your business, I get to sleep with warm wine in my belly for once. Fair enough?" In the booth, Grathix chuckles, "If I don't find you, I don't pay you. So how about this..." In the booth, Shenner smiles ferally. Haggling. Well, great. "I'm listening..." In the booth, Grathix says, "I'll give you 20 minutes, then foo go looking for you within the 4 block radius. You yu me, you take the coins from the pouch I'll have on my waist and its yours. NO questions asked. If you want to make more than that, ee you let me know then, once you have the pouch. Otherwise, our business is done." in Basic. In the booth, Shenner pushes her empty mug away, then, grinning devilishly, replies, "Got yourself a deal, big guy." With that, 'he' rises, and without another word, strides off out of the cantina. You head back to the main lounge. You head out into the sand filled dustball they call a planet. Center of Town - Mos Eisley - Tatooine Contents: R3-D1 Tatooine Info-Terminal Obvious exits: West North East South Cantina Mos Eisley Hotel Someone strolls up to you and hands you a flier about the new Fey Wech Apartment complex. You head West. Mos Eisley-Imperial Road (West 1) Contents: Beggar Boy Obvious exits: est leads to Mos Eisley-Imperial Road (West 2). ast leads to Center of Town - Mos Eisley - Tatooine. Beggar Boy A young, dirty-faced boy, his clothes tattered and torn. He is terribly underfed and appears as if he hasn't had a bath in quite some time. [Finding the beggar lad still working his little stretch of street, Shenner hits upon a plan -- and hopefully one that won't get the kid hurt. Shen's still got the pouch from the mugged Jawa, and it yields up a few good coins. One of these she offers to the kid, and instantly secures a promise to implement her whispered request. And eventually, as Shenner'd suspected, her contact from the cantina comes looking....] Grathix comes in from the East. Grathix has arrived. Beggar Boy holds out a little bowl towards Grathix, "Please, spare a credit. I ain't ate in four days." Beggar Boy says, "Give me a credit and I'll tell you a secret." Not much to see on this particular dusty stretch of Mos Eisley road, just more sand-encrustred street, sand-encrusted passersby, sand-encrusted buildings. And a sand-encrusted beggar boy, bawling his eyes out miserably -- putting up quite the racket, in fact. Occasional furtive figures glare at the brat in passing, but at this hour, few who are out and about are the type who'd stop to see what's wrong with a squalling human cub. With all the racket the kid's putting out, it's just the thing to draw attention away from the shadows on the sides of the street. Shenner shifts once in the shadows, green eyes glinting -- _kark_. She takes a step backwards, eyeing the beggar boy and making a fast, furtive motion. The kid promptly starts up squawling again, as if a bantha'd bitten him. Grathix glances about the area and spots Shenner for a moment before he loses sight of 'him'. The beggar boy keeps squawling, right in the middle of the street. "Augugihahahahhahaha!" Quite the tears the kid's putting out. Pitiable sight, really. Pressed up tight against one of the side walls of a nearby building, drab clothing blending in with the shadows, the green-eyed young thief scowls, mentally urging the kid on. C'mon, pup. Can't you attract a little more attention than that? Grathix glances about the area one last time. Perhaps the kid can, for he slumps over on what passes for pavement in Mos Eisley, moaning and wailing, and sounding for all the world like he's been impaled. Grathix sees the Beggar Boy wailing and moaning and decides to check out the comotion. In the shadows, Shenner grins. Good. C'mon, kid, milk it... A piteous sniffle, a sob, and the kid sobs out, "Somebody... won't somebody help me....?" The tiny voice is faint and quavering. He's dying right there, for sure, from the sound of it. Grathix passes through the gathering crowd, suspicious of the sudden onslaught of cries from the beggar boy. "It's a freggin' brat, c'mon..." "What're you tryin' to do, kid, a Sand People imitation?" "Maybe he's hurt?" A few muttered comments can be heard in the vicinity now, while the beggar lad just lies there, sniffling plaintively and clutching his stomach. Grathix stands to the side as he sees people swarming towards the boy to help him? Good. A crowd. The green-eyed thief ever so carefully glides out of the shadows, carefully palming a small blade, while a pair of tired-looking, fat women reach the beggar lad and fuss and fret over him. Grathix shakes his head and mummbles to himself, "Poor brat should just croak. His life is not worth living anyway." The beggarling sniffles for all he's worth about the two, count 'em, two weeks it's been since he's had a real meal, and won't somebody feed him, please? He's a good boy! But oh, so tired.... One of the women looks dubious, but the second lifts the kid's chin and peers speculatively into his face. Grathix fixes his attention on the women. Reaching her tall target, Shenner makes a subtle gesture with her blade, short and swift, and another to catch the pouch before it hits the ground and makes any noise. Then, quietly, oh so quietly, off back into the shadows, while the exasperated women finally give in and haul the beggar boy up between them, off somewhere to shelter. His voice faint yet, the child gasps out wavering praises. Grathix continues looking at the scene about the boy, never noticing his loss. Grathix shakes his head and turns to look for his target. Eventually the crowd drifts off, leaving one last ferrety-looking man who squints out from a shuttered window, scowling as though interrupted in slumb. He, too, vanishes, leaving nothing visible on the street but darkness and sand. Grathix gives the place another look before continuing on. Grathix heads West. Grathix has left. [And not too much later....] You enter the cantina bravely.... Mos Eisley Cantina - Mos Eisley - Tatooine Contents: Gr'ank Obvious exits: ut You slide into the booth. BOOTH Near to the smokey table, another booth is placed into the rear wall of the main lounge, but this REALLY does look more comfortable, and one even can see the people which are sitting there. The air is much cleaner there, yet it doesn't look so interesting. It is mostly reserved for small groups of people who want to relax from a hard day's work with some ale or tea and a little bit of chatter. Grathix walks in, shaking the sand off. Grathix has arrived. Grathix storms in, looking about the place, though his face appears calm. Calmly seated at the booth 'he' had vacated not too long ago, the green-eyed thief is lounging, drinking a mug of something. There's another across from 'him' on the table, and the pickpocket's gaze flickers towards the door at the incoming Grathix. The waiter type indicated grathix to the booth. Grathix nods and heads that way. Grathix slides in from the main lounge. In the booth, Grathix takes a seat and nods, though his countenance remains expressionless. In the booth, Shenner looks up and says blandly, "Hope you don't mind that I picked the drinks, this time." In the booth, Grathix looks at the human and says, "Well done, Shenner...no, not at all." In the booth, Grathix draws his drink closer towards him. In the booth, Grathix plays with his drink, "I believe I could use someone as yourself, if you are for hire." There's no sign of the pouch, of course -- for that matter, no sign of the pouch that Shenner'd lifted off the Jawa earlier that night. The thief just smiles a bit, and says evenly, "Name your job." In the booth, Grathix smiles and says, "meet me here tomorrow, and we'll discuss it and your price." In the booth, Grathix takes a sip of his drink then stands. Grathix heads back out into the main lounge. Shenner doesn't bother to call out a reply; the thief just grins. If Grathix cares to take that for a reply... so be it. [To be continued....]