<div class="floatleft">(https://uproxx.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/thekilling_s2_joelkinnaman_gallery_652.jpg?quality=100&amp;w=650)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Therion Altier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647338#msg13647338)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>Human<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Laborer<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kea, Tyron, Nealla, Shaa Raa, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>You want to make up for past wrongs?  Red Rancors are looking to make a move, but far bigger than them.  Keep your identity concealed, eyes are upon us all.</em>The message had come through as Therion had spent a few minutes just wondering if he should bother going, it was not something he felt he should get involved in but the question hug there in the message.  Did he feel that he could ever do enough to make up for all the past wrongs or was this just a way to manipulate him.  The Red Rancors were never seen as the cleverest band and though they might come off as brash at times he couldn't see them being quite so ambitious.  Something was amiss as he almost had put on his EV suit and made the walk to his ship but he knew that once he went down that path it became much murkier, overly slippery as the dark side could pull him right back to where he had struggled to get even this much of a hold on himself.  Instead he had pulled on a jacket with a hood and slipped it over the rather non-descript clothing.  No one was going to ask him to remove his hood at Dregs.<br/><br/>The walk was a quick one as he entered the establishment and could see Shaa Raa already peddling his wares.  From what he could tell he was later than he would have liked should he fully be in this endeavor then again he couldn't be sure he was still.  His eyes studied the others present as the sight of the mandalorians was hard to miss as they were not going to be approached even as he could see the messenger of this concerning development with them.  He would decided against approaching as he only shifted the blaster where it was holstered and would move towards a small booth near to the door.  He had been here before and he would not get a drink for some time if he didn't go to the bar but it wasn't what he had come for.  Instead he would concentrate his own breathing and reach out with the force to see if there was anything amiss.<br/><br/>His head was tipped forward to cover it with shadows as it would take someone looking for him to spot him.  This also meant if anything did come of this deal with the Red Rancors at least he could be an unknown quantity to them, it was the best option he had at the moment without looking foolish or making the entire thing go sideways with his obvious presence.  There was something there he felt in the force but he couldn't place it now as he practiced patience, something he had been struggling to develop ever since he turned his back on the much more seductive side of things.