<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/00/6c/77006c801d8ffa0356acf74b0b007aae.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lur Galvan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Briefing Room, bunk, tech storage, cantina/lounge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No One In Particular<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Bar, Cas, Fin, Shassaa<br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Planning<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>Not this time<br/><br/>Lur had long ago mastered the art of listening to what was going on around him, no matter how hard he was working on slicing. Slicers had a rep for being oblivious to everything around them while they were working, and he had no problem taking advantage of the stereotype. The Zabrak who came in sounded like he knew what was going on.<br/><br/>Acting casual, he moved closer as Cas spoke with Bar. Adjusting as he went, he set is pad to take in data from nearby machines, like what the Captain was carrying. He ordered another drink and put his pad down to sniff. Seven hours was more detail than he had before. Maybe he’d learn something new if he stayed up at the bar. He nodded to the two talking, glanced at Fin and left him to his conversation with someone Lur didn’t know.<br/>