Enara was by the captain’s side. She was idly scanning the room herself, ready to react to any sign of danger. Her blaster and light-saber were concealed by her cloak. She was fairly relaxed even though there was a realistic chance they would get into some sort of confrontation before they left. A lot of things could go wrong. The meeting with the shadow broker – pretentious much – could be an elaborate trap.  The shadow broker could be genuine but Adrian could say or do something that turned the meeting to a less pleasant place. Or one of the guards could panic and start a mess without his master ordering anything.<br/><br/><strong>“Relax Kavar… A youngling could feel your nerves from across the room. You’re not going to impress the shadow broker by trembling at the mere thought of a meeting.”</strong>Enara had little patience for shady characters, and they didn’t get any shadier than their host. She also kept an eye on Daron. Not that she was jealous of the girl he was giving his attention to at that moment, she had no notions of the sentiment in its entirety. But for all his skill, their ruffian was sometimes victim to bouts of anger and if someone provoked him, he could unwillingly turn an already tense situation into an open battle.<br/><br/>She was beginning to doubt if their shady contractor showed at all. Perhaps he just wanted to see which band of misfits would heed his call?<br/>