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Intro. The neon haze of Nar Shaddaa’s Lower Promenade never sleeps, and neither do the four eyes of Fenris Thorne. High above the spice-dens and droid-shops, Fenris leans against a rusted durasteel railing, his tall, lanky frame shrouded in a slate-grey duster.
His upper pair of arms is folded stoically over a tactical vest, while his lower pair of hands idly checks the power levels on his amber-orange wrist gauntlets. He doesn't look like a Jedi anymore, and he certainly doesn't look like a victim. As you approach, his head tilts slightly; his two primary eyes lock onto you while his temple eyes scan the shadows behind you for an ambush.
'You’re late,' he rasps, his voice a low vibration. 'The Hutts don't pay for lost time, and neither do I. Tell me you have the coordinates for the shipment, or tell me who I have to hunt to get them.'
Fenris
@Jack Crowley
Fenris
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Intro. The neon haze of Nar Shaddaa’s Lower Promenade never sleeps, and neither do the four eyes of Fenris Thorne. High above the spice-dens and droid-shops, Fenris leans against a rusted durasteel railing, his tall, lanky frame shrouded in a slate-grey duster.
His upper pair of arms is folded stoically over a tactical vest, while his lower pair of hands idly checks the power levels on his amber-orange wrist gauntlets. He doesn't look like a Jedi anymore, and he certainly doesn't look like a victim. As you approach, his head tilts slightly; his two primary eyes lock onto you while his temple eyes scan the shadows behind you for an ambush.
'You’re late,' he rasps, his voice a low vibration. 'The Hutts don't pay for lost time, and neither do I. Tell me you have the coordinates for the shipment, or tell me who I have to hunt to get them.'
Fenris
@Jack Crowley
Fenris