<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/34/03/22/340322051e545b40106fa6964a4cae75.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kea Elysar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647790#msg13647790)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>- Human [Corellian]<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong>- Information Broker/Secrets Dealer/Negotiator<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>-  Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>- Tyron, Nealla, Therion, & AJ | Mentioning: Ve'tralla, Shaa Raa<hr/><br/>It did not take long for her to receive word back it seemed from Tyron, who had always impressed the Corellian, and she felt far more comfortable with the situation as is.  A small smile came to her lips as she watched the read out and gave a slight nod of her head to herself as she kept her eyes on the other occupants of the cantina.  The Dregs was most assuredly just<em>that</em>.  Some of the lowest life forms that could be found on the Run, so it was of no surprise that the Rancors were around.  Eyes slowly rising, she would watch as the Mandalorian stepped into the cantina and then moments later moved over to her table.  A smile was given by the secrets dealer, and she gave a small nod of her head, “doesn’t smell right at all.  Been having a bad feeling about it since the whispers started coming through.”  She added as her eyes flickered towards the growing number surrounding the Kel-Dor’s table of wares.<br/><br/>The woman eased a little bit as she noticed another Mandalorian step through the door, the telltale armor caused her to exhale as her eyes flickered towards the game, and moved a piece.  While she might be a good tactician, she was splitting her attention to several areas at once.  So the Mando’a might find himself at a place one rarely found themselves when it came to Kea Elysar – on the winning side in a game of dejarik.  Watching Nealla approach the table, she gave a smile even though she still wore the helmet – which no doubt most would see as an imposing aspect, but not to the woman who sat so calmly at the table now with two battle hardened warriors.  “I am well, and I am glad you are as well.  I thought perhaps you would be interested in a game,” she motioned with her head towards the dejarik table.<br/><br/>Listening to the female’s low dulcet tones, she took a drink of lum and considered the odds for a moment.  Four to twelve, the odds weren’t that great – and that was only if Therion showed up.  Somewhere, she knew that Vee was around, the woman seemed to pop up at the most<em>opportune</em>times, or inopportune depending on who you asked.  But could she count her?  She was unsure.  And of course she did not expect Shaa Raa to jump in, not unless it was to save his own hide or his own investments.  “It’s both, either way,” she would say with brilliant smile, “Red Rancor and stupid are synonymous after all,” though her voice low enough that if one<em>did</em>hear, they might actually think they might have mis-heard.    That was when the fourth entered, though for a moment – Kea was not aware of it.  It was just some spacer in a hood that covered his face, however – it was the boots that he wore that caught the Correlian’s eye.  “Fourth has arrived,” she would say under her breath, giving both of her table mates an understanding of their odds within that moment.<br/><br/>With the dancing that began, Kea gave another sigh of relief, “five,” she would say.  It was almost as if she were counting just to count, as if some sort of nervous tick.  However, the numbers were starting to even out – because in her mind, the Rancors were now outnumbered.  As each she had seen were not the bumbling half-wits that spent creds they did not have, and talked a game they did not know the rules of.   Watching the Zeltron move closer towards the Rancors, Kea settled back into her seat, relaxing.  As if this was a standard night, enjoying a good lum, a good game, and a shit scenery.   She raised a hand towards the Twi’lek, raising two fingers and then pointed to AJ – as if to say she’s buying a drink for the lady.  Because of course she was, she wanted her friend to be aware that there were others here, others who had her back.<br/><br/>Lighting up a cigarra, a bad habit most assuredly, but one that she had grown accustomed to in social settings, “I’ve got two friends going Core soon,” she would tell Nealla, “friends of friends.  I told them to bring me back some souvenirs.  If I like them, I’ll have to have you over for dinner to show them off,” she offered the female warrior.  Telling her basically that she’s sending out two more sets of eyes and ears to see if they can track down the info that she wanted so badly.  Which Kea, of course, could respect.  “How have you been?”  She asked Tyron, “breaking anymore hearts or just body parts lately?”  She teased.  The conversation was light, but she was alert when the fight began with the Quarran and his quick departure.  Taking a drag from the cigarra, her eyes flickered towards the leader that was eyeing her like she was a plate of bantha steak with all the fixings.  His sneer was received with a brilliant smile, slightly cocky – no doubt, and a little lilt of her eyebrow.<br/><br/>She was seen as cocky at times, arrogant at others.<br/><br/>Fact was – she couldn’t stand the nasty little nerf herder, leader or not.  He didn’t command her respect – he commanded her to play up her demeanor.<br/><br/>About to say something else, her words fell silent upon her tongue as five figures stepped through the doors.  Professional body guards.  High priced ones too by the look of them, the training at least.  The dark haired woman didn’t follow the man or the Rancors, instead her eyes settled back onto the game.  To stare would be just plain boorish and bad manners after all.<br/><br/>As well as rather suspicious.<br/>