The young smuggler captain simply nodded at Daron's 'request'. While he found the mercenary to be a bit unsavory at times even by his own criminal standards, Adrian knew having him around was worth any inconvenience. If any trouble presented itself, he had no doubts that Fel would have his back.<br/><br/>And the circumstances of this meeting had Adrian expecting such trouble. It wasn't that this particular contact had been problematic in the past. Indeed, things had always been quite friendly between the two. But a meeting with the Shadow Broker... His instincts compelled him to stay on his guard. Despite his unease, he effortlessly kept up a cheerful front. The captain knew that playing up his naturally optimistic demeanor was good for crew morale, while simultaneously leading potential threats to label him as a fool. Such underestimation had been a fatal mistake several times in the past. One didn't make it in this business without knowing the tricks of the trade.<br/><br/>And so Adrian Kavar waited, leaning against the bar, drink in hand. He pretended to watch the dancers with his usual jovial smile, when in reality he was making mental notes on the layout of the club, the individual patrons, everything he would need to know in case of a shootout.<br/><br/>And so he waited.