<div class="floatright">(https://i.gyazo.com/766f643f7b26558e81473ffbce3b28b9.jpg)</div>Starting with Teslo and Aria, each of the intrepid heroes taking their turn experienced a brief moment of nausea as they shut themselves inside the reeking bedroom, the scents and odors becoming even more powerfully overwhelming.  But as they applied the scrub-brushes and cleaning solution, the reek began to subside and the air feel a fraction cleaner.  Almost as if by magic, the back wall of the bedroom pushed away from the bed, revealing a tightly concealed corridor and stairwell leading deeper down...<br/><br/>The air below was thankfully clean and free of the reeking odors above, and even seemed to have some kind of freshener process ongoing as the stairs progressed deeper below.  Within minutes, the environment had changed entirely, with the strains of music carrying, the sounds of clinking glass and silver, and soft lighting revealing a wide entertainment stage and cantina.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.gyazo.com/c8f4575e532b9da0d29fa293959abe3b.jpg)</div><br/>There was a well illuminated bar, complete with service droids and racks of drinking vessels.  Recessed into the walls of the vast room were privacy alcoves, complete with dimmed lighting to create shadows for hiding and lurking within.  Many were occupied, the beings within presumably observing the comings and goings of the Speakeasy's newcomers.<br/><br/>Tonight was busy.  There were numerous people within the cantina, all looking nervously around with intent conversation.  People wanted passage off Coruscant, and deals were being struck in low voices and hushed whispers.  Two alcoves in particular however would catch our heroes' eyes.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.gyazo.com/6c5f517e2fabd0c6790a46ba4dc64d2a.jpg)</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FtyOgP393k/V5g3tUTpRFI/AAAAAAAADNk/vlQSOImV0AwyDJdKWSryn32yFD836_wsgCLcB/s1600/doctorstrange03.jpg)</div>The first alcove was surrounded by a gaggle of what appeared to be bedraggled survivors of the Jedi Temple.  The pitiful group consisted of eight younglings and three young Padawans, all looking exhausted and at the edge of their ability to stand.  The Younglings were actually plopped along the steps of the alcove, seated as young children are wont to do, looking forlorn while the adolescent Padawans intently discussed their concerns with a serene and calm looking Jedi (presumably) woman seated within the alcove.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2421/3792016935_0b4d56e157_o.jpg)</div>The second alcove of notice was occupied by what seemed to be a single hovering droid.  It occupied a place of strategic advanttage, having a view of nearly the entire Speakeasy and stage.  Interested parties would come to the alcove, only to be turned away by the droid in a polite and apologetic voice, declaring the alcove was occupied and the droid was saving the seat for its Master.  While each rejected party seemed annoyed as they were turned away, within seconds they seemed to have forgotten about the alcove as they moved on and found less desirable seating elsewhere....<br/>