There was a stillness after the droid spoke. Outside the environmental controls of the skiff there was nothing but the chorus of wind and sand. A reminder perhaps, a dark memory even that life beyond this little platform was short and brutal. Nobody aboard the barge moved for what seemed an eternity but was in truth mere seconds. Breaths were counted, life spans measured and then Mo’grin gave a laughter that cut through the tension that one would have the audacity to negotiate with the crime lord on his own barge. While he laughed there was a scream from inside the bowl where he plunged his thin arms now, a wriggling and biting insect emerged to be thrown down his heft gullet.<br/><br/>Once more the Cathar woman stepped forward but this time she was jerked back by his other hand. That hand now curled over her fur much like one might do with a prized pet. She struggled ever so slightly against him and he gave only a chuckle before speaking again. Pitted now against his girth she tried to speak.<br/><br/>“Mo’grin the mighty and grand applauds your audacity to arrange terms. He commends you on boldness and hopes this carries over beyond seeking to squeeze more credits from his already generous terms. Ten thousand credits remains the price. Still he is not without understanding for your plight and he gives you the name of a vendor that owes him vast sums and will offer you family rates for your purchases. He says that he does not wish you to waste time tracking what is already gone but instead on ensuring that the theft does not happen again."<br/>