It was at around this moment that a Durean male dressed in a House Hirskalaa security uniform, not unlike the uniform worn by the fifteen or so men who had invaded the Sop House earlier, entered the Sop House.  He surmised the contents of the cantina and pointedly eyed Call.  He then looked down at his datapad, then back at Call, and it seemed as if he was comparing the image on his datapad with Call.  He moved on to the hooded figure overseeing the match between the Wookiee and the Trandoshan.<br/><br/>The Durean simply grabbed his hood and uncovered the man's head.  The Durean seemed disappointed to find none other than Nance, a known reprobate and serial gambler.<br/><br/>"Nance," the Durese said in basic.<br/><br/>"Piss off, I ain't done nothin' wrong!" Nance said.<br/><br/>"You are not permitted on this side of the river at night," the Durean said.  "Go, and don't let me catch you here again."<br/><br/>Nance shuffled off towards the exit.  The Durean then approached the bartender.<br/><br/>"Ithorian, have you seen a young human male, of approximately 1.7 meters, with brown hair and... uh... green eyes?"<br/><br/>"I saw many humans!" the Ithorian said.  "I didn't see their eyes."