Re: RJ: Mos Espa
The thug outside's conversation changes slightly. "Oh, hello boss. Yes, sir. Okay, it's like this...
"We're getting lunch, and someone starts acting tough, right? Our boss, Rancor that is, decides not to bother, but then they start talking about that Clebdir guy. Isn't that your customs guy?"
He listens for a moment.
"Yeah, okay. Okay, boss, I'll tell him."
The thug rushes inside, where Caddy and Jeron can see him. Ikki glides inconspicuously out of the way, where the thug won't notice him.
The thug hands his commlink to the gamorrean muscle, who glares at him balefully. Nevertheless, he takes it and holds it up to his folded ear.
Rancor the gamorrean listens intently for a moment, and then snorts affirmatively.
He gets up and turns around, knocking the table again. The last pitcher spills, although he pays this no mind. There is an intensity to him now as he glares at Caddy.
Everyone in the tavern roll either Vigilance or Cool as they prefer.