A comment in perfectly accented<abbr title="Not a bad start, darling. Let me handle this bit, though, and all four of us will end up better for it.">"Rodian"</abbr>answered Speedo first, from off to one side where the assorted miscreants and hangers-on that always adorned a Hutt lord's court were scattered. One of them sauntered forward to join him and Rema, a slim-bodied BD-3000 series droid with silver and crimson plating and a curved feminine body pattern unmistakably designed to appeal to Human aesthetic appeal. The sultry voice and swaying hips gave the impression she had walked straight out of a smoke-filled undercity cocktail lounge, but the blaster carbine in a carrying sling on her back indicated a more sanguine occupation.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rodian</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Not a bad start, darling. Let me handle this bit, though, and all four of us will end up better for it."</div></div><br/><br/>She paused to give both of them a quick, appraising glance before continuing in Basic. "Don't think I'm shoehorning in without cause, but I do have some useful info on the target that I couldn't follow through on without a ship. Call this my audition to join your little team, and we can talk later about details."<br/><br/>Turning back to Mo'grin's dais, she switched to flawless Huttese next, though she was careful to address her gaze and words to the translator instead of speaking to Mo'grin directly. Proprieties were important to observe, even if Mo'grin did turn out to appreciate the subtle gesture of respect by using his native tongue instead of a lesser race's words.<abbr title="Do forgive my partner's minor slip of the tongue. There is no doubt in our minds that the great Mo'grin is fully aware of all that transpires in and passes through his court. The offer of ten thousand credits for proof of the thief's demise is a most fair price, though the loyal member of Clan Roolke is right to ask if the mighty Hargrim offers a premium for the chance to punish her personally, or have it done in front of him. Such pleasures would surely be worth an extra eight thousand credits, but a fraction of a drop in the fortunes of Hargrim's wealth. As to the ship, the considerable value of not only the freighter's cargo, but the freighter itself, returned intact to Hargrim to ensure current and future profit must be worth at least twenty-five thousand credits in its own right.">"Huttese"</abbr><br/><br/>She had, of course, shot high on both sums, but that was how the game was played. She knew it, the other hunters surely knew it, and Mo'grin definitely knew it. Countering her bid with a lower sum, however much he chose to offer, served the twin benefit of demonstrating his generosity and authority. She'd certainly listened in to enough haggling between her former boss and his assorted clients to know that the courts of law and criminality were more a difference in trappings than substance, and this was one of the things they shared.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Huttese</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Do forgive my partner's minor slip of the tongue. There is no doubt in our minds that the great Mo'grin is fully aware of all that transpires in and passes through his court. The offer of ten thousand credits for proof of the thief's demise is a most fair price, though the loyal member of Clan Roolke is right to ask if the mighty Hargrim offers a premium for the chance to punish her personally, or have it done in front of him. Such pleasures would surely be worth an extra eight thousand credits, but a fraction of a drop in the fortunes of Hargrim's wealth. As to the ship, the considerable value of not only the freighter's cargo, but the freighter itself, returned intact to Hargrim to ensure current and future profit must be worth at least twenty-five thousand credits in its own right."</div></div>