<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/7635/i/2013/098/4/9/unn__twi_lek_by_mavrosh-d60wg2w.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ilar'Ven<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Spit Shine Cantina<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All, open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>With a Togruta at his heels<br/><strong>Wounds: 11/11</strong><strong>Strain: 13/14</strong><strong>Status:</strong>Cautiously optomistic<br/><br/><strong>"As free as you can be with a Hutt trying to slap a collar on you,"</strong>Ilar'Ven said.<strong>"I appreciate the chance.  Al I have are the clothes on my back.  The fact that I'm on this ship by choice, even if it wasn't much of a choice, means more than you can know.  For the first time in my life, I'm in control of my own fate and I want to see how far I can take that." </strong><br/><br/>He didn't expect to make it too far.  After all, the only life he knew had been half pampered pet and half plaything.  He wondered how any of that would translate into real life.   He moved onto the ship on noiseless feet that had never known shoes.  Perhaps he would wear them one day, just because he could.<br/><br/><em>What a wonderful choice that would be...</em>