"Ruusaan Kyr, but you can call me Ruu, guy," she told the Jawa as she could feel the temperature controls kick in against the blazing heat of the twin suns. "My former business partner betrayed me, and set me up with Teemo, and he isn't a Hutt to listen to reason... and I killed my ex-partner so I'm pretty much a fugitive on this planet, kinda ironic for a bounty hunter," she laughed. "Fine, take us to Mos Espa." The huntress said as she climbed aboard the desert skiff.
The older Twi'lek hesitated before he climbed aboard the skiff, “Wait! I have a proposition for you. My name is B’ura B’an. I have been giving a lot of thought to the Hutts recently. To my knowledge, they have had little interest in ryll production before. They will distribute it, of course, but until now they haven’t been linked to any of the operations to actually mine it. I wonder if, seeing as the Trandoshan who captured me worked for Teemo, that is set to change. I would greatly appreciate it if you could drop me off at the city of Nabat on Ryloth. I have friends there who would be willing to offer us a safe place. There are a number of jobs available in the city, especially for smuggles, mechanics, and mercenaries... so it will be worth your trouble to stay. Also we could see to it that your ship is refueled, provided you acquire a ship.” The older Twi'lek scratched his single lekku.
"If you take me to Ryloth, I have a job for you: help me and my friends save the mine from Teemo’s thugs, then you will be given many opportunities to smuggle ryll spice, which is a highly gratifying business if you catch my drift."
