<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/iSBKSfK.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dam Bwesiho<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Spit Shine Cantina<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Laeli<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>the bartender<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Stressed<br/><hr/><br/>As the lithe miralian strode up to the bar the exasperated bothan bar tender raised a curious eyebrow at her request. Casting a furtive glance back at the trandoshan, glad he seemed to be in a better mood, the older man looked back at Laeli with a somewhat stern look.<strong>”Yeah, I’ll get right on that. But first can I give you some advice lady? And this one’s free of charge. If your temperament matches your order, you’re in the wrong part of the galaxy. I’d be carefully if I was you. And maybe acquire a taste for something stronger.”</strong>His expression melted into one that was more sympathetic, like he was talking to a child that didn’t know better. This poor girl stood out like a sore thumb. Grabbing her the water and bread he returned to look at her data pad. Scrunching his face up into a look of concern her looked back up at the girl and then over to the imposing trandoshan nursing his umpteenth glass of brandy and talking to the mercenary.<strong>”If you’re answering that advert, you want to talk to the big guy over there,”</strong>he said motioning with his head towards Sassk. As the girl left to go talk to him the bartender shook his head wearily.<strong>”Poor kid’s gonna get herself killed...”</strong>he mumbled to himself.