"Ah, so that's who you are," Konnar grumbles. "Should have guessed. Not many strangers in this town these days. Let me see that." He studies the cargo manifest for a moment, then nods. "Looks good to me." He offers Anya the hint of a smile, before he signs all the relevant paperwork and finishes the deal.<br/><br/>"Once Mags has the cargo back at my company you'll get your money," he assures everyone, before waving everyone over to his table. "But as for drinks, right now let me take care of it. TINA," he calls out to the droid. "A pitcher of Amber and some more snacks. Bring us a bowl of pepper pretzels too."<br/><br/>The droid makes a soft, whistling sound that sounds almost like a sigh, while placing a few glasses on a tray. "On your tab, as usual, I assume," the droid asks Konnar in a surprisingly human-sounding, feminine voice.<br/><br/>"If you don't mind, yes. Now, folks, sit down, sit down. We can see to that brandy later. This time of day is better for beer, and we do have a fine beer here. No problems along the way, I hope? Imps not giving you any trouble?"<br/><br/>Konnar's smile has grown a little more obvious by then, and while he doesn't exactly shout out the last question, he doesn't exactly whisper either, as he asks about the crew's experience with the Imperials.