Laeli had just finished up her afternoon class when the letter arrived, and set off as soon as she could. She didn't have many belongings to bring with, she tended to wear her armor where she went as a precaution and the cane in her hand hid a razor sharp sword. These days it was better to go prepared than to be caught without and Laeli wasn't intending to ever be caught without. She was a bit unassuming herself, a short greenskinned miralian with geometric tattoos spread across her face, grey cloak covering her with the hood pulled over her head.<br/><br/>Dark Horse Estates wasn't one of her usual places she visited, too rich and snobby for her. Still, those who were on the street paid her no heed. Xenophobia and hawkish war fever seemed to be the topic of the day, which only gave her more reason to hurry along. She stopped at the address given, looking over the place. A bit of an inauspicious meeting place, the sign would possibly deter anyone investigating. Seemed like your typical spook hideout. She supposed the worst it'd be would be Republic Intelligence, asking if she was a bad enough dude to save the Chancellor's daughter.<br/><br/>After ringing the doorbell, Laeli was met by a curvy twi'lekk with lekku that were almost comically oversized. It was a bit of a shock and Laeli took a moment to register. She didn't remove her hood, but used the top of the cane to raise the brim up a bit for her red eyes to be visible.<strong>"Are you whom I am to meet? Cryptic letters sent by droid are rather strange, stranger still in times as these."</strong>