<div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/274/7/3/red_twi__lek_by_iiriva-d5gfwgv.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Anya Idrall<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Tava City, Hoop Barn Cantina<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Day 3, late afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black headdress, single fingerless glove, flight suit with black top and panties underneath<br/><strong>Important Equipment:</strong>Utility belt with stuff, datapad, pistol in holster<br/><hr/><br/>Anya still didn't touch the drink or order any food though she was hoping her stomach wouldn't start growling aloud at the mention of omlet and other cooked meals.<br/>"As a matter of fact we arrived just recently yes. I did find a few business opportunities so my crew and myself thought about perhaps setting up our own freelance transport business in the sector. Of course that would require some further assessment of the local trade lines, hyperspace routes and what's on demand on the nearby worlds. We have a good working routine with cargo and passenger transportation you see, perhaps we can make some Vandorians happy by taking on some jobs here to keep the ship running and the crew fed." The twi'lek almost winced at her mistake of mentioning food. "For the time being, we agreed on staying for a few months to see if we can make anything happen. As we already have a mutual friend, perhaps you can help us out Mr. Konnar? You may even find we have useful skills even when not flying around."<br/><br/>She leaned back in her chair to give the contact a wider field of vision so he could observe and address any of the other crew members if he wanted, or giving them an opportunity to jump in on the conversation in case they had something to say but didn't want to interrupt so far.