http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=271722 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=271722)<br/><br/>The tall Falleen makes his way through the main interior of the cantina. The former nobleman knew a life of pure luxury, but his current look gives no clue to his past as the son of a Falleen aristocrat. His body clothed in the look more in league of a smuggler or a thug, which at the moment is the look he wants. Without the vast wealth that his father squandered in an attempted coup, Xand wanted to insure that no one would recognize him unless he needed to give out his true name. He is currently clothed in a dark blue shirt, and a black leather jacket that hides the blaster carbine that holstered at his hip from a casual glance that is given to him. Black pants and a pair of dark brown, utility boots complete the look. A dark brown bandolier is strapped to his left hip, and around his right shoulder.<br/><br/>Xand's dark purple eyes are kept open as he makes his his way through the crowd, and to the arch that separates the back room from the main area of the club. The falleen though takes notice of the two women now standing guard, and he gives a grin of appreciation of the though of attractive female guards. he wonders if the wookie have other uses for them, or if they are even skilled in the use of those weapons. He walks past the two lovely guards, and stands just at the otherside of the table from Veggrya. "Veggyra I assume?" he simply states as he takes measure of the wookie before him.