Walon Vau rarely doubted his vision, but the man had to glance again at his forearm plate to take in the recent message in his inbox.
Kittens were mentioned, as well as numerous mentions of free pizza; not items normally mentioned in his line of work. He had been expecting the results of a Couruscanti auction and the monthly update of latest Verpine equipment - but a message from Wade was hardly unsurprising. Clearly the man wanted something.
Vau glanced at Mird atop his bed, ignoring the small puddle of drool on the covers. It had been a while since a bit of excitement, and the strill no doubt wanted a change of pace as well.
The strill didn't stop quivering in excitement even when they were at Wade's door - now painted a garish shade of color that Vau had no name for. Typical.
He gave one knock, and walked in.