<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Kooth.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Kooth (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=272015)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lucky Magpie<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Day 3, late afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Everyone, Konnar<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black Armored Flight suit, White undershirt, winning smile. :)<br/><strong>Important Equipment:</strong>Blaster Rifle, Holo Recorder, Armored Flight Suit<br/><hr/><br/>Kooth joined the rest of the party in the bar and remained silent for a long while, he was content to watch the locals and gather as much from them as he could without speaking. In fact a great deal of what had been said between the party and Konnar had been missed by Kooth. What he did pick up on was the fact that Konnar continued to call the Imperials, Imps. Eventually Koth took a bite of the gyro and swallowed, but refused the beer, opting for water instead. Then and only then he leaned forward and spoke to Konnar. "Is that some detest for the Imperials I detect in your voice? If so I have to ask, what you don't like about them?" Kooth's tone was that of someone who was mildly curious but not so much so that it would alarm most to anything beyond that.