Caspira and Käria having a drink at the bar!
“No, I know you.” The conversation had been easy going, the little Apprentice and her mask turned toward him as they spoke. He knew her too, assumed that perhaps the Mraluka didn’t remember him but that seemed incorrect.
“Good, that saves some trouble.” Smirking, Caspir lifted the glass to his lips and took a drink as he glances around the cantina. The spacedock was buzzing with activity as ever and between dark robed Sith and heavily armored troopers and Mandalorians, the placed looked geared up for war. Which made little bits of inactivity like this all the more interesting when they cropped up.
“With what?” Was it a note of suspicion in her voice, or something he was just imagining?
Instead of answering, he reached under the stool to where he’d dumped his gear, fishing through the small pile of fibermesh armor and supplies until he found the small case he’d brought with him, snatched from some off-world estate abandoned to escape the fighting. “Nothing serious. I want you to deliver this to your master, if you would be so kind. To Darth Tesseract.”
He set it atop the bar, watched her head track it as she stared quietly. “What is it?”
“A favor. A relic. She likes those after all,” he chuckled, a hollow sound even in the din and took another drink. Waited for her to say something but she didn’t. “Nothing dangerous, just a little trinket I came across thought she might find worth her time. And perhaps mine as well.”
“I see.” Without further considering, Karia lifted it from the bar and slid it into her own pack, returning to her drink with a smile that seemed certain despite the mystery. “As long as you’re still waiting for your transport to refuel, maybe you can tell me where you got it.”
“Of course, Apprentice.” He had some time, yes. Could spend it elsewhere but the lighting was bright, the drinks were nice and the company was agreeable. “If that’s what you’d like.”
