[center][h3][b][color=fff200]Clio[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RF0qKF2G/Clio-Lightsaber.png[/img][/center]
	"Me will accepten da mula and getsa yousa an audience wit Rotta," Skoc-Skoc replied dreamily, as if in a trance. "Dee thousand mula," he declared. 

	Clio frowned deeply. She knew that her sister had used the Force on the gungan in order to make him cooperate, but even then, a thousand credits was a [i]lot[/i]. Ten thousand credits could buy you a decent landspeeder, after all. They only had a hundred credits set aside for the bribery portion of getting an audience with Rotta - the rest they needed in order to purchase the freedom for his slave. [color=yellow]"Fifty credits,"[/color] Clio countered. 

	Skoc-Skoc glared at her. "Ninee hundred mula!" he demanded. "And me won't gos any more low!"

	Clio waved her hand in front of the gungan's face. [color=yellow]"You're going to accept a hundred credits. You're happy to do this for us. And you're going to get us an audience with Rotta."[/color] Her sister wasn't the only one sensitive with the Force. It helped that Skoc-Skoc wasn't a highly intelligent being, causing just the slightest use of the Force to be suitable for getting what they desired. 

	"Me will take a hundred mula. Me am smilin. Me will getsa yousa an audience wit Rotta," Skoc-Skoc said. Clio slid fifty credits across the table. He took them and shoved them into his pockets. 

	[color=yellow]"You'll receive the rest when we go see Rotta."[/color]