<div class="floatleft">(http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m281/owl_mage/Space Fleet/Trandoshan.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sassk<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Spit Shine Cantina<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Melva<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>We may actually have someone competent for once.<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Surprised and slightly impressed<br/><hr/><br/>As Sassk leaned down on the bar and morosely swirled his glad of brandy he looked up slightly as a newcomer entered the cantina. A woman who held her head high and was dressed like she’d just arrived from the clone wars. That or some imperial commando training. The well armored individual made her way straight to him,<em>”soldier or mercenary perhaps...”</em>he thought to himself. Much more direct than a bounty hunter or seasoned smuggler. She was concise and straight forward with her question as well.<br/><br/>Sassk stood up to his full highs to look down at the woman and size her up properly.<strong>”Yeah, I may have put one out.</strong>he said in a voice that sounded like gravel thrown into blender.<strong>”And if yur askin’ I’d guess yur interested?”</strong>he let the question hang in the air for a moment for her to respond before continuing.<strong>”The name’s Sassk, and if you’re up for this just stick around for a bit. You like like someone who can hold her own, that’s good. But we’ll be needin’ a few more bodies to make sure things go smoothly.</strong>After his bit Sassk leaned back towards the counter and flared at the bar tender who dutifully poured him another glass. He took this one and slid it down to Melva.<strong>”Here, have one on me.”</strong>