[center][color=808B96][h2][b]Seeker Dasaen[/b][/h2]Nar Shaddaa [b]-[/b] Refugee Sector
[i]The Refuge[/i] Cantina[/color][/center]
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Dasaen entered the cantina slowly, the sounds of snickers and whispered passed along mocking the blind man. Only a few heard rumors of what he truly was, even fewer believe them. Thus a moment after this blind mind covered in bandages which many believe to hide disfiguring war wounds a cut purse got up planning to rifle through the man's pockets and buy himself another round. Dasaen continued to move back toward table seventeen, he'd been told completing this job would allow him to leave and continue his mission. Thus he would attempt to carry it out, even if he did not like the outcome.

He stopped and just before the cut purse bolted forwards to snag his bags he spun his staff striking the man across the face sending him reeling backward. "Next time be less obvious." He had just turned his head towards table seventeen when the would be thief curse. 

"Blind man! Give me all you got, you owe me after that little stunt." He hollered stepping forward drawing a vibro knife. "I'll gut you if you don't."

Those who drank gave a cheer, now they had the entertainment to go with the booze. Dasaen turned and sighed. "Must you resort to violence? Surely you could-" He didn't finish before the man started to lunge as if he could see where the knife would the man spun and smacked the knife wielding man across the back. 

"How are you doing that!? You can't see me E chu ta!" The thief cried out in anger at his less than successful attempts to harm the man. 

"Even a blind man could predict your movements. Give up."

"Kark." He cursed it and reached for the blaster on his belt. Yet the blind man was already moving, Dasaen brought one hand backing slamming his open palm into the villains chest and sweeping his legs out from under him next. The thief fell to the floor and Dasaen placed the bladed end of his staff against the man's neck. 

"I'm here to a job for the Exchange," Dasaen said turning his head, letting the whole crowd hear him tired of being treated like a freak or a cripple.

"I am not a helples cripple if you need proof..." He moved the blade and stabbed through the blaster destroying the thief's weapon. He stepped back then carefully began to walk towards the table, avoiding bumping into people and being polite. He wore a calm expression, almost serene for a man who had nearly been mugged in full view in a bar full of others probably willing to do the same until he mentioned he was doing a job for the Exchange. No one wanted to piss them off, killing one their workers was an easy way to do that.

He moved to the table bowing slightly to show respect, he then introduced himself first. "Seeker Dasaen, of Luca Sene." He told them not bothering to look at them as he took a seat near Lrone, he couldn't help but chuckle a little. "A warrior, a doctor, a rogue, and now a scholar... Heh, though perhaps I should count the rogues' Kel Dorian friend as well?" He spoke simply smiling a little. "He cannot fool someone who sees as I do." He spoke letting the others know another was watching them. "We would make for quite the good joke it seems... All of us in a bar." He added maintaining a calm demeanor as one hand rested on the table the other gripped his staff.