Allyria blinked then tears filled her eyes. She gave a tiny little nod. "No tell," she whispered, then dashed off towards the hovel at the end of the tiny city. Her feet pounded across the ground, scrambling to the nearest shelter she could find. What if he was one of the Phantom Dark Warriors? Or a Jedi that would turn her in to help himself. She dashed through the small hole in the city gates, heading into the jungle blindly. Hopefully, he wouldn't follow her.<br/><br/>Dimitria spent her night dealing with the rogue Hutt gang outside of her little home. She'd found a minor boss and was fighting him, when something attacked her from behind, stabbing a dirty blade through her shoulder. Both assailants were dead now. Silently dragging herself to her hovel, she slipped into her hand made wooden shack and curled up, lightly bleeding.