<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>Sassk, Eliza, Laeli, 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/>He entered the cantina with Asosa in tow.  They didn't have the money to hole up anywhere and the lead might bring them both employment and mobility.  The latter was more important than the former.  this lead, more than any of the others was what he wanted to check out.  Having an in with a prospective employer helped make up for the fact that you were next to useless.<br/><br/>He didn't hesitate.  He walked across the bar, his bare feet noiseless and long calloused from a lifetime without shoes.  His companion drew looks and the occasional offer of cash; sex work wasn't entirely off the table but it was a close to last resort.  Ilar'Ven ignored the comments and Asosa evaded the reaching hands with a skill and grace born of a lifetime of dance.<br/><br/>The small Twi'lek looked almost child like, as if he were a perfectly proportioned 3/4 scale model of a full grown adult male.  He was a Darian, his skin a dark grey.  It was accented by black tattoos and made the gold jewellery he wore stand out in sharp contrast.  Shirtless, he moved as if he was completely comfortable in the dive bar; the observant among the patrons noticed that his hand never strayed too close to his blaster but the strap that secured it in the holster was undone.<br/><br/>He headed straight for the Trandoshan.<strong>"Been a while, Sassk,"</strong>he began.<strong>"Kalor give you the short end of the stick again?  You know, you could let me do the hiring for you and not only do you get your crew, you get to go blow off some steam and take a load off.  What do you say?  I'll even throw in a hot oil massage, to sooth those aching muscles and get rid of that itch you just can't reach."</strong><br/><br/>For those able to sense it, the Twi'lek was Force sensitive but his aura was chaotic, undisciplined.  He was utterly without training, a danger to himself and others if left alone.