<div class="floatright">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/997/814/large/in-shoo-copy1.jpg?1468296668)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/d6/1f/6bd61f9107f41b017e5db496fd793d9b.jpg)</div><em><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Kel</span></strong></em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Kel entered the cantina with slight trepidation. Never before had he seen such a hive of scum an- He had to stopthat thought process and real quickly to. That just felt like something some old fart would say so he just had to hold it back or else he may start aging before everyone's very eyes. With a small chuckle, laughing at his internal humor, Kel simply walked up to the bar, Slipped over his Credit Chit and asked for a stiff one. Soon the man of the hour will be here and he is not about to waste any time picking a bounty. Best ones are almost first come first serve, because the sooner you know who's up for a bounty the more likely you are gonna get it, even if you are not the most qualified hunter. Skill matters but just like any cut throat business so does getting ahead and being on time. Early Wombat gets the Blaze Bug, or something like that. Kel was never to good at adages.<br/><br/>Kel would proceed to lean with his back against the bar, placing his hat onto the table as he began looking over the cantina for whenever the Guild Master arrived or for anyone of interest to enter. He was open for chit chat, if anyone so wished. He had his ballistic mask off so he can drink from his tankard whenever the bartender decided to give Kel the time of day and hand him his drink, so if anyone approached him they could be sure he was a Zabrak. Further, they would be able to tell his mood easily. He made himself easily readable at this moment in time, so no one would have to observe him very keenly to tell he was not only having an ok day but was in an approachable mood. His trepidation from before having melted to give way for anticipation. It's been a while since he has been on a job and the man is well and truly anxious to hit the nearest spaceport and find some action. His shooting hand is figuratively twitching and it's ready to go....<br/><br/>