[center] Krenn Prong Stranded smuggler --- [/center] ‘3030 Thats a lot of levels down’ Krenn was thinking as he spit out a glob of black phlegm he just coughed up. “Raah” He rasped his throat, spitting out some more of the smoke-tainted phlegm. He looked around dazed, the high pitched noise slightly clearing from his ears to make room for sounds that this level had to offer. Krenn decided it was time for some fresh air, and for the purpose he produced a cigar from one of the inner pockets of his long leather coat he wore over his greasy wife-beater. His four hands were just patting down the numerous pockets for matches when he could make a voice out from the background noises: [color=ed145b]“I'm not a rreal doctorr, but I'm definitely here to ease yourr pain.”[/color] Krenn looked around lazily, looking for the creature that was uttering the odd sentence. He turned to look around lazily, half expecting a Trandoshan prostitute, and the thought produced a wide grin, interrupted by the cigar clenched between his teeth. When he saw nothing of the sort he traced it down to a group of beings standing near a corner with a small radio. Subconsciously one of his hands had found a set of matches and Krenn lit his cigar, inhaling deep. The fuzziness in his mind started clearing and it was about time to make up inventory. He methodically went over all pockets with his hands to note he still had all four of his blasters, a commlink, some reloads, his lovingly called twin batons; Poker and Clubber, around 6 sets of matches, a flask- Krenn took a pause from taking inventory to take a good swig, the radio was going over the news about a duracrete worm investation. Judging by the news portrayed so far he was in an environment rich with gangs if the brutal incident described was all the DJ would report. He didn’t know if Imperials would be coming after him. His ship was probably fully disintegrated somewhere on the bottom of that vent, if they hadn’t seen him jump the investigation of the wreckage wouldn’t yield much inspiration to go looking. Getting deeper into town was a good idea any way. Krenn was making a mental note of the now probably deserted 103rd quarter when the owners of the radio were noticing Krenn’s unrelenting stare of deep thought. “Hey, what are you looking at, listening in is 5 credits mate.” Said a Twi’lek male that was now approaching, his friends, a Dugg, a Nikto and another Twi’lek grinning after him. Krenn blinked out of his stare, fixing on the Twi’lek. “S-sorry friend. Rough day, you know how it is. Lost in thoughts.” Krenn added a small chuckle after it, exhaling his smoke while he started putting back the matches and drinking flask with his upper hands, his lower two slightly hidden behind his coat. “Oh yes, I know how it is. Try Zam’s, might help clearing your head.” The Twi’lek chuckled, encouraging smirks to appear on his mates faces. While he pointed deeper into town. Krenn thought hitting up a cantina wouldn’t be such a bad idea at all, get some info, maybe a ride out of here. “Zam’s huh? Good place? I am fresh of the shuttle.” Krenn added a polite grin with him, trying to find his mannerisms again even though his chest was still hurting. “Yes, a very good place. My niece works there. Don’t forget to tip big.” The second Twi’lek spoke out. Krenn nodded as he followed the finger pointing him in the direction of what he presumed to be Zam’s cantina. “Aye, aye. I will if the misses allows it.” He slapped the pocket of his coat he had a few credits in, and for some reason that sparked a few laughs amongst the small group. Krenn started walking and added with a smile: “Best of days to you all. That’s even half a decent song you are listening to.” The Twi’lek waved and called after him. “Dj Dino mate, he’s the best! Send my regards to Ayalana!” Krenn held up a thumb as he walked on. To Zam’s cantina it was.