Torkin listened absentmindedly as he scanned the area around the bar. The bartender had turned out to be a human named Dack that apparently had no information about anything fishy going on. Of course that only meant that he wasn't willing to talk about it with Torkin. All bartenders knew what shady goings on were happening in their surroundings. It was part of the job description on some planets. Finally Torkin spotted Tyran again who had disappeared for a while. He was talking to a bothan and seemed interested. Perhaps that meant he was getting some information.<br/><br/>"Look Dack," Torkin said as he flipped a credit chip onto the bar, "You seem to be the dumbest bartender known to the galaxy, so I'm going to leave you alone. I mean that with all of the possible offense it could carry by the way."<br/><br/>With that he walked around the bar making his way aimlessly towards Tyran. Then he saw a cloaked man sitting right next to Tyran and the Bothan. Now that one could know something. Torkin had good instincts most of the time and right now they said talk to that guy. Besides even if the guy knew nothing, at least this would get him close enough to keep tabs on Tyran.<br/><br/>Shortly he walked directly up to the cloaked figure and sat down, "So, whats good to eat here? I know not that kriffin junk I just grabbed. The names Torkin, and yours?"