A female figure descended the crumbling steps toward the loud music and commotion of another space bar. She wore black and brown clothes that looked slightly ragged for wear, and a hooded robe that she pulled back from her head. Eniko Roeun silently entered the seedy underground cantina and observed her prospects. A bizarre band of insectoid creatures stood on stage playing a hauntingly familiar tune that filled the cavernous room while the dirty, grizzled patrons continued ordering rounds and conversing loudly. She disliked bars and public gatherings such as this place, dismissing them as nothing but wretched hives of scum and villainy, but today a greater power – or at least what she hoped was a greater power – had summoned her here with an irresistible pull that she could not explain. The girl slid in between two men recounting old war stories rather loudly at the bar, her deft hands lifting the few credits that remained in their pockets before she proceeded. While Eniko wished for a more glorious life out in the galaxy, she could not rise above her street urchin means without a little help or a lot of money; at least one of those was attainable with a lot of hard work and a little less than honest trickery and theft.<br/><br/>Once again her eyes scanned the crowd, the gentle tugging she felt in her heart was guiding her through the crowded establishment but she could not see anything or anyone that explained it. The feeling was not unknown, more than once in her childhood she had felt similar pulls or calls to action that she had never fully understood. More than once it had saved her too, giving her the means to use her environment to her advantage to fend off attackers or evade those chasing after her. One time she had even summoned lightning from her fingertips, frying the bastard trying to force himself on her when she was younger. “Where are you...” she said, her eyes narrowing her eyes and focusing on her surroundings. Finally, her gaze fell upon a man far off and alone at a table drinking. He was covered in a cloak, but she could see his face and short cut hair. The longer Eniko stared at him, she began to see thin aura of colored light surrounding him. His attention seemed focused elsewhere, and she could see the light of a Holocron coming from the table, though the image itself wasn't clear enough for her to make out from this distance, though she could make out a female shape. She shook her head to clear her vision before approaching his table and taking a seat across from him abruptly, tossing the credits she had acquired on the table before him. “You look like a man who can help me,” Eniko said leaning on the table and fixing him with an interested stare.