[center][h3][b][color=fff200]Clio[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RF0qKF2G/Clio-Lightsaber.png[/img][/center]

	[color=fff200]"Do you think it's really possible - using the Force like that?"[/color] Clio asked, changing the subject. She knew that her sister probably was going to try a diplomatic approach to all of this, bartering with the Hutts in order to secure the Seer. Clio admittedly would have preferred to sneak in at the dead of night, pick the locks, free [i]all[/i] the slaves, and take the Seer back to the Jedi Council without having to say a word to the crime lord. Her personal style was to dash in and out of the shadows as it suited her. 

	Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as she looked up and down the streets. They needed information though - and a contact in order to get anywhere with the Hutts. Eventually though, she spied a bar - a cantina. [color=fff200]"There - we can figure out an in. I imagine you want to set up a meet,"[/color] she said, a bit resigned. Hopping off of the bench she had been perched on and making sure her canteen was secure, as she didn't want to lose a single bit of precious water on this desert planet, she made her way quickly to the cantina. Her attire was weather appropriate, with little strips fluttering behind her in the wind as she walked. Aliens were all over the place, speaking in different tongues and languages, most of them drunk. 

	Clio walked into the cantina, squinting as her eyes tried to adjust to the relative darkness. It was cramped and small, with a badly out of tune five man band trying to play someone else's hit song. As if the lighting was somehow too much, most of the patrons were in the corners, their hoods covering their faces. The cantina reeked of booze and armpit sweat.