<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0sVlbsE.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nealla Varr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13646031#msg13646031)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>Human (Mandalorian)<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Mercenary<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kea, Tyron, Ve'tralla<br/><hr/><br/>Nealla made a point to keep track of who entered and left the cantina, while appearing mostly focused on the others she sitting with. As Kea spoke, she listened quietly, nodding her head at the suggestion of a game, understanding quite well that it a front to explain to explain their presence. Ideally, any who took notice of them would either believe they were genuinely playing a game or, if they were more intelligent, would instead assume the game was covering up some manner of illicit business dealings.<br/><br/>"I'm much more of a pazaak player myself, but sure, why not?" she replied, though adding, "Just so long as you're not expecting me to put any serious credits on the line."<br/><br/>She eyed the game in progress as she continued to listen, her eyes only occasionally shifting towards the entrance or towards the crowd, keeping note of where people were. When Kea began in speak in code of their standing arrangement, the Mandalorian nodded her head, cracking a subtle grin as she responded as if the conversation were being taken on face value, giving nothing away were they being listened in on, "Sounds like a plan. I'd ask if you wanted me to make anything, but you outsiders can never seem to handle Mandalorian cooking."<br/><br/>She shifted her gaze over as some commotion seemed to brewing nearby. She muttered something under her breath in Mando'a which was almost certainly a swear word. This was supposed to be information gathering, and now some two bit gangster is trying to get himself blasted by... well, if nothing else, she took some solace as she recognized the woman at the center of the commotion. If things all went hairy real fast, there were few people she'd like by her side as much as Ve'tralla. Outsider or no, she fought like a Mandalorian.<br/><br/>As Tyron assessed their odds, Nealla's eyes shifted back to him and she seemed to smirk. She replied with a hint of playfulness to her voice, "Five for you, huh? I guess I could<strong>try</strong>to leave that many for you." Her voice became slightly more serious as she muttered, "Just remember. Always treat every enemy as though they're the deadliest you've ever faced, because the moment you assume your opponent can't kill you, they will."