[i]Well that was interesting.[/i] Del thought as he finished his second drink and left it on the bar as he pushed himself out of the seat he had managed to occupy. This would be significantly easier if this mando as off his adrenaline, given what had just happened seemed so personal. If he had to kill him it would be very non-beneficial for him, especially when all he wanted was a few answers. While he wasn't particularly concerned about the bounty hunting market seeing as he never actually took bounties he knew that some Mandolorians were trained in wetwork and subterfuge. After all, he himself had been trained by one. 

Weaving his way through the now resuming crowd Del was very cautious of making eye contact with anyone. People in places like this were very often regularly looking for a fight, with his demeanor people usually felt like he had something to prove. This made making eye contact in the pit an open invitation for most of the drunkards. Pushing his way through the last few people Del finally came upon the Mandolorian sitting in a chair being handed a bag of bacta strips to fix up his side wound by one of the staff. The general drunkeness of the crowd behind him resumed and the announcer came out to inform everyone that another fight would be taking place soon, seemed like the place ran itself almost. Walking in front of the one who had been called Mar Den, Del folded his arms and said "Mandolorian, we need to talk."