Chapter VI: The Right Price
They have not gone more than a dozen meters before the turbolift door opens once again, and turning, they have found themselves facing a sinewy, tentacled quarren, armed with a blaster rifle.
"Bane Malar," he says in thickly accented Basic, "I thought I recognised you. The Hutts have placed a hefty bounty on your head, after you so foolishly set up Vungo's spice shipment last month. Fifty thousand credits. You are a fool to travel down here with only your friend."