<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<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.<br/><br/><br/><br/>"Inconspicuous? Who does she think I am?"<br/><br/>That thought went through the armored warrior's mind, as the doors Dreg's Cantina slid open and she made her way inside. Sure enough, she noticed some heads turning her way as she walked in. Sure, Mandalorian bounty hunters and mercenaries weren't rare, but they did still tend to turn a few heads when they walked into a room, decked out in full armor and often armed to the teeth.<br/><br/>Still, she ignored the looks and made her way towards the bar. Gradually, most heads turned back to their own business. A fully armed Mandalorian was interesting enough to grab attention, sure, but not so much as to hold it for very long. Most patrons only kept their eyes on her until they were somewhat confident she wasn't about to blast someone. Especially as it seemed she wasn't the only one there. She made her way to the bar, her helmet disguising whatever expression may have been on her face, and where her eyes were focused. Before she could order, the bartender chimed in to inform her that they had just received a shipment of kri'gree, straight from Mandalore. Whatever reaction she had remained hidden, but she nodded her head and said, "Sounds good." Once credits and ale changed hands, she made her way over to the table where the others seemed to be gathering.<br/><br/>"<em>Su cuy'gar, ner vod</em>," she said to her fellow Mandalorian, a friendly greeting literally translating to, "You're still alive, my brother/comrade." She then turned her attention to Kea and greeted her in Basic, "I'm glad to see you're well."<br/><br/>She reached behind her and hefted her sniper rifle up off her back with a slight click as it pulled away from the maglock. She then placed it down next to one of the chairs so she could sit down. The rest of her gear was able to remain in place rather comfortable as she sat, with her vibrosword holstered on her left hip, and her pistol on her right. Once she was seated, she placed her drink down on the table in front of her. And then reached up to remove her helmet, finally revealing her face, and placing it down on the table in front of her, where she could easily grab it should the need arise.<br/><br/>Keeping her voice down she said, "This place is lousy with those<em>di'kut'e</em>. I count about a dozen of them, and they're looking mighty shifty. Guess we'll see if that means what we think it might, or if they're just planning something stupid."