There was a hearty laugh from the weighted frame of the Hutt. So much so that he indeed took his hand from the insects that even now cowered inside their makeshift bowl of foliage. Should the pair before him find no comfort in that laughter they would not be alone as the Cathar woman began to ease away from her joyful master. Then her chain was yanked and she came crashing down to all fours. That chain a button set on the control panel next to Mo’grin that he seemed to find joy in pressing as well.<br/><br/>Laughter turned toward business again as he began to speak and the pained voice of the slave translated. “Mo’grin does not care if the twi’lek arrives wearing her skin or not. He only cares that she is found and made to serve for her crimes against his House and family. Mo’grin cares more that the cargo she stole is retrieved or at the least located.”<br/>