<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pVc4R4s.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Unito Roen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15837473#msg15837473)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Drell<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Freelance<del>Thief</del>Treasure Hunter<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 22nd, 2174 CE – Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Casual Wear (https://i.imgur.com/pKsrHkP.png)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong>Omega, Afterlife<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Social hour!?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jarv, Telari<br/><br/><div align="center">  ___________________________________________________________ </div><div align="center">  ___________________________________________________________ </div><br/>As she faced the rest of the bar during her conversation with Jarv she noticed Telari enter and sit down not too far away from them. She recognized the Turian, at least partially from odd jobs with Aria, so she offered a little wiggling of her fingers as a slight wave.<br/><br/>As her drink arrived she spun on her stool two and a half revolutions before cupping her hands around her cup of hot tea. “Oh there’s all sorts of things,” she explains in a very vague way, “basically whatever they don’t want to do—or can’t do—they have us do.”<br/><br/>She took a brief sip of her tea before ginning some at Jarv’s reaction. “Ha, not really poison, the humid environment is bad for us, wears out our lungs…I’ve heard it compared to leukemia before. You live there long enough you’ll eventually get it, some last longer than others. But once you get it there’s no cure.”<br/><br/>With that she took another, longer sip and offered up another bright smile, the deep red of her neck practically glowing. “So I figured, better to leave, and here we are having a nice chat.”