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Rogar rolls his eyes at your continued breeches of subtlety and looks around the room dangerously again.
"Good to go. Wait here. I'll be back." He dons his Mandolorian helm grabs the creds and walks out of the cantina.
"When I left the Spear of Graath to find contacts for supplies, I realized that we needed more information about the greater galaxy. When we first left Graath, we were naïve, and I wanted to change that. I met the Mandolorians, and through a hell of alot of trial, proved myself to them. I know much more about the way things work out here now thanks to Skirata, who considers me burcyan. We have the supplies we needed now my friend. We should move to get them to the Spear as fast as we can. Do you have the creds Zylo?”
"How is Keeana Fel, Zylo?" Rogar continues a little less mobilized then a second ago.
"Caf."
Realizing his efforts were probably not intimidating enough, Rogar looks to Zylo and says, "Get there attention off of us Zylo."
Rogar laughs and returns the hug quickly making sure to immediately cast dangerous glances at the life forms around him.
Though intimidating, the denizens of the bar continue to look at the two of you.
"Been a long time old friend," says Rogar. The hard edge in his voice is hard to miss. "I'm glad the Spear continues to survive. How is the Queen?" |