[center][h1][color=808008]Mor'gann Arnhar[/color] & [color=HotPink]Adaahna Vanil[/color][/h1]
[h3]Location: Mandalore, Keldabe city, Cantina[/h3][/center]

So this woman, strange as she may be, was a hunter who was paid to be such. A curious notion but not one that was unfamiliar to Mor’gann. There were those on Dxun who also paid to have others hunt for them. Though those were usually women or men who didn’t mind giving a night of entertainment for a bounty of food or whatever goods they needed. Though some did this enough that they grew thick and fat with their sloth and greed. Causing their own downfall as their former partners would move to more attractive suitors. Sipping carefully from the mug she had to admit this place could brew it’s drinks well, though the potency was far stronger than what one could find on Dxun. Shrugging her shoulders slightly, Mor’gann considered the comment about the smuggler as a choice of travelling aide. [color=Olive]”Ship.”[/color] She explained simply and truthfully. A smuggler was the only ship that came to Dxun and the only ship that left- well aside from the odd rumor of ships coming to one of the far distant ruins. As hostile as Dxun was, travelling far from the village was hardly viable. [color=Olive]”Good price.”[/color]

Adaahna, losing track of her own drinking alternated between sipping and sloshing the mug idly while she thought, everything becoming warmer and fuzzier as she went. [color=hotpink]”Ah.. Then that must mean you can’t pilot them either. There goes my plan..”[/color] She spoke aloud, though not consciously, slipping into Togruti for a few moments at a barely audibly volume as she tried to think her way through to a new idea before giving up. The togruta glanced back up to her drinking companion, flashing a smile before sitting upright again and clearing her throat. [color=hotpink]”Then, I wonder.. What would be on Taris, something worth finding? Adventures to be had, credits to be made?.” [/color] She leaned in to listen to Mors’ response, intent on finding something interesting out, if she hadn’t found her new pilot.

Mor’gann was in the motion of shrugging when a fellow sporting quite the lump on his head came stumbling in. Perhaps looking for somewhere to drown his sorrows, or rather his headache. Dressed in a manner that pretty much said he was used to space-faring, he was handsome enough to charm a lady but not so much as to have hordes chasing after his dashing personae and daring adventures. Average is as average does would be the words to go to the smuggler from Dxun. Saved from answering, Mor’gann hunched her shoulders, hoping the fool would miss her in the dim light. [color=Olive]”No Dxun.”[/color] She pointed out. No one wanted to be on Dxun, and those that did were half mad. Or consumed by the spirit that dwelt within the Temple. 

Noticing her companion hunching down, she leans back in her chair, frowning as her moderately impaired brain does its best to compute. [color=hotpink] “Something wrong with Dxun?.. Nothing to hunt, no food?.” [/color]  Adaahnas’ voice getting louder and more boisterous as the alcohol starts taking its toll. Glancing around to take a glance at the guy entering the cantina, she shakes her head barely even trying to be subtle [color=hotpink] “Looks like he ran into a post or something!. I suppose your kind can’t sense their surroundings too well, How dull!.” [/color] Her hand slapping down on the table at what to her now felt like a joke. 
The woman was drunk and boisterous. Mor’gann would be amused by the fact if the man she brained with a pipe hadn’t been attracted by the attention. He had been wandering about for a bit and this wasn’t his first drink. Spying the barbarian who had brained him, the smuggler gave a nasty sneer as he stumbled towards the table. [color=Tan]”Well, well! Look who I ran into! Didn’t get far after you knocked me out and robbed me.”[/color] Slamming his hand on their table the smuggler plucked up her mug and drained it. [color=Tan]”Good drink. Still owe me for taking my credits though.”[/color]

Mor’gann gave a pointed glower at the man. [color=Olive]”Owe no. Taris pay passage. No Taris. No pay.”[/color] It all seemed rather simple to the young woman. She had paid to go to Taris, not Mandalore.

Rather confused by why the man had come over to berate her companion, Adaahna rather quickly pieced together why by listening in. Her good mood quickly fouling as the man helped himself to Mors’ drink. Her hand resting rather firmly on the strangers arm [color=hotpink] “‘scuse me, mister human.. But me an’ my frien’ here were having a nice drink, and you’re interrupting.. An’ i’ll have the credits for that one you polished off.. “[/color] She pushed herself up to her feet, doing her best to seem intimidating and puffing out her chest. [color=hotpink] “an’ while we’re on it.. Why would somebody rob you, you’re wearing the same schlock as the rest of the people in this cantina, at least this lass has the sense to wear something her ancestors would be proud of!.” [/color]. Feeling justly proud of herself, Adaahna couldn’t restrain herself from housing a ridiculously arrogant grin on her face. 

The smuggler looked rather confused when the Togruta gripped his arm and stood up loudly demanding credits for the drink he had just chugged. [color=Tan]”Look here, that wraith stole my credits. You with her?”[/color]

[color=Olive]”Adaahna O’Shilis.”[/color] Mor’gann spoke over them both. Her voice icy cold with the warning as she gazed at the man, standing herself though her height was far from impressive. [color=Olive]”Paid passage Taris, not Man’d’lore. Took price Man’d’lore.”[/color] She continued in her native tongue. [color=Olive][u]”Why could you not have remained knocked out? I should have hit you harder.”[/u][/color] However it was to be her undoing. Mistaking a tone of annoyance and her native tongue to be dealing an insult and already past his limit on those, the smuggler swung at Mor’gann. The woman dodging enough that the fist merely took her in the shoulder rather than the face as was intended sending her down into her seat again. 

Seeing a fist swing towards her new drinking buddy, Adaahna decided that the stranger intended to harm her friend, her hand on the mans arm gripping tighter as she let out a hiss, twisting the mans arm as best she could as she sending her other fist drunkenly across the mans jaw. [color=hotpink]”Mister human, i am quickly becoming unhappy with you.”[/color] Her mind half focussing on the rest of the room, waiting for any signs of others moving to be picked up by her montrals.