Nar Shaddaa

Returning to her contact, Arsele handed over the recorder to the bodyguard outside the door; Arsele still wore the black catsuit but her gear had been left behind besides her holdout.

As the Wookie went in to see her employer she leaned against a metal column.

The aged Mandalorian stepped out to address the woman. "Wayii! You're the one who took out my grandson? You're not exactly the warrior I was hoping for." He then erupted into laughter. "But that doesn't mean I'm not impressed! You sneaked up on him so good he couldn't even draw his blaster." He pulled out a credit chip, worth 500 credits as agreed upon, and handed it over. "There must be something more than credits you're interested in though. Tell me lass, what can the leader of Clan Kelborn do for you?"

The short woman looked up at the much taller Mandolorian curiously; She hadn't expected him to be so... gregarious. Biting her pink lipsticked bottom lip briefly in thought, she spoke up, "Well, if there's any one thing I need it's word of mouth; Reputation means a lot in this city, and having people speaking up on my behalf could do a lot for my singing career, my dancing clientele list, my huttball team, and other things I'm sure. Especially when those people are as respected as yourself, hm?"

Kyr'ad nodded. "Done! Although I would prefer seeing these actions in person so that I may accurately proclaim them." He paused. "Do you know of the Mandalorian gathering tonight? You should go and garner the support of my brothers and sisters and the rest!"

"The get together at the Viper? Yeah, I know of it; I work at that club quite regularly myself, and that's been one of those things it's hard to miss. I suppose I wouldn't mind staying out late then sleeping in..."

"Come, come! It will be glorious." He let out a hearty laugh. "But yes, I will pass along my recommendation to my friends and allies. Tell me, were there any other jobs you were looking for beyond just dancing and singing?"

A light smirk graced her lips, "I am not one to shy away from opportunity when it knocks, Mister Kelborn. Though I am not much for killing, being a simple civilian and not a warrior, as such."

"Ah! Even more shame for my grandson!" There was a mixture of amusement and sadness in his voice. "If you ever change your mind, you might make a good Mandalorian."

She offered him a genuine smile, "I will take your word on that; I'm already good at what I do, which was enough to handle someone as green as your grandson. I suppose I can see that translating into something a bit more... deadly, if I had the inclination."

"If you're serious about training, then let Clan Kelborn know." The old man offered forth his communication details. "And please don't hesitate to do so."

Arsele offered a Mandolorian sign of respect to him after taking his information, one of the things she'd picked up working at the Viper.

"And do not hesitate to contact me if you have any work you need done; I am capable of many surprising feats, I think you will find."

"Ha! Right you are. Now then, have we settled business or do you have any questions for me?" he asked with a bright smile on his face.

She shook her head, "I won't take any more of your time Mister Kelborn. And it seems I have a party to get ready for; It would hardly do me showing up in a wet skintight suit with fighting gear, now would it?"

"No it would not. Seek me out at the party if you wish to. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it." With that, the old man nodded and went back inside.

Arsele put the things in her hand in one of her pouches, waving to the guards before walking of to head home.

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