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[h1][color=0072bc]Ziveri Kreen[/color][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Cirrus II, Agronea spaceport cantina
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Ziri frowned, her gaze concentrated on the bartender droid though she took in Rel's words carefully. In an attempt to reduce the mess the protocol droid was making of the bar counter by standing there like a moon-struck womp rat, the young Twi'lek shoved her own empty cup beneath the pouring stream of liquid until it was full again. 
[color=0072bc]"That will be all for now, I think."[/color] she dismissed the droid with a somewhat sharp tone. 

Ziri too glanced over her shoulder as Rel did, her gaze travelling over the doorway and each of the other patrons. When none of them seemed to be an immediate threat, she looked back at the Clawdite again, her brow knitted into a tight frown.
[color=0072bc]"But why would such an...well, unkempt place be of such importance?"[/color] it wasn't that she doubted his judgement, exactly, the Twi'lek still had trouble wrapping her head around the concept of trusting this strange presence Rel called 'the Force' to guide their actions. [color=0072bc]"Master Rel, I could have believed it if perhaps it had been another temple ruin, or somewhere we could have found a useful artefact...do you even know what we're looking for here?"[/color] she hadn't meant it to come out sounding so skeptical, smirking in an attempt to diffuse some of the possible tension as she swigged down the drink in her cup, waiting for Rel's answer. 

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