[center]Krenn Prong
Stranded Smuggler
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Krenn was making good progress heading into town, scanning the buildings for a sign with ‘Zam’s Cantina’ on it. He was just finishing his cigar when he heard blasterfire a few streets ahead, hoping it wasn’t coming from his would be destination. So far he hadn’t seen any decent places, cantina-wise that was. Thus Krenn decided to ask his way once more. He spotted a friendly looking Bothan and approached him with a casual wave.

“Sorry to disturb your walk, but I am looking for a place called Zam’s Cantina, supposed to be this way.”

For good measure he made a broad gesture ahead. But the Bothan only chuckled.

“You got to be meaning Zam’s brothel, its-“

The Bothan had just started gesturing when an explosion sounded and smoke started rising from the directions he was giving.

“That way…”

Beings came running from the streets leading to the explosion site and Krenn gave a weary look at  the Bothan, who appraised the situation some more with a casualness that suggested this sort of things happened more often around these parts. Krenn kept looking for threats heading their way but asked with feigned detachment:

“Any other places you’d recommend for a meal? Preferably more quiet than this.”

Krenn raised his chin in the general direction of the explosion. The Bothan nodded, gesturing to his left, keeping his eyes fixed on the streets leading to the explosion.

“Teema’s good, nice woman, eloquent. Good food as well. Don’t bother with much along the way, mostly fried vermin selling for Bantha Kabob. She got the real deal.”

The Bothan followed it up with a genuine grin that Krenn thought he could trust, Bantha kabob didn’t sound half bad. Krenn wished the Bothan a good day and put his lower hands in his trousers pockets, since his coat didn’t have holes for them, and put his upper hands into the pockets of his long brown coat. Rummaging through the leftover wrapping foils, boxes of matches and sparse credits he made his way to the diner.

Entering the establishment Krenn took in the smells and parts of conversation. One in particular drew his interest, though he didn’t know why.

"Gah... just my luck. But if it'll get people away from the Gangs, then, well..."

Eying the Tiss’shar to who the voice belonged did him little good in the way of reckognition, but it did grant him a sight of what was unmistakably the owner of the establishment. Krenn made a few steps to address the owner for a seat and a meal, aiming for the seat next to the Tiss’shar when some human called out: 

"Hey, birdfeed! Are you gonna serve me or what?"

Krenn already had his hand raised in greetings and as an indication he wanted to order but lowered it in favour of a raised brow as the small birdlike creature exploded with eloquence:

"The bloody 'ell you just call me, Reek's-left-bollock-for-a-face?!"

A grin appeared on Krenns face for it, making for his prospected seat and deciding to wait with his order till the owner had time for him. The banter continued in the background while Krenn took his seat next to the Tiss’shar, giving him a smile and nod.

“She always this feisty?”