<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/mqJ8Xb/Future_Female_Warrior.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ve'tralla Kurzen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647172#msg13647172)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>Arkanian Offshoot (Human Half-breed)<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Mercenary, Gambler, Arms Tech<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>Day 146 3BBY, Dreg's Cantina<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>GM NPC Imperial Spy<br/><br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>None<br/><hr/>Though her own emotions, especially anger, could be felt by those sensitive to the ways of the force Ve'tralla was untrained and felt little of it herself. Though she was a warrior of some significant skill. Her awareness of the drawn blasters wasn't something she offered outwardly, making no move for any of her own weaponry, as she imagined they were of little danger to her without orders nor hostile action taken. Even then she wondered how skilled they were. She'd faced worse odds and won on more than one occasion. Provoking them, however, was contrary to her benefit. "I'd tell you quality, just as the saying goes, is better than quantity. Your current company is about as subtle as a pack of rampaging wompas."<br/><br/>Quietly she observed as two of his guards fanned out, better positioning themselves should they need to deal with her in a more violent way, going so far as to turn her head in either of their direction a moment to make it obvious. While she was dressed for battle this was the most common attire she wore outside the comfort of what she considered her home. She settled on the agent once more and gave a faint shrug. "Given the right motivation I can be very friendly." Her vocalizer crackled as she considered her position. It would be a very disappointing outcome to what she believed a potentially very lucrative dealing if those guards really pressed her. Though she did quietly wonder what sort of talent the man himself had if any. "I want the job after the job. Unless of course you intended to be as noticeable as a Hutt in a casino. I suppose if you'd like to test me first that's fair enough."<br/><br/>Ve'tralla kept her full plans vague, intentionally of course, never one to tilt her hand before all the cards were on the table. She was something of a savant regarding strategy, whether it be in a casino or combat, and business negotiations were no different. It was hard to tell how much this man understood his folly in trusting the Red Rancors or if perhaps the attention was an intentional ploy to draw in like minds. At the very least he'd managed to garner her interest in manipulating the situation to ensure her gains were maximized.