May 17
Power and influence were everything. It was something Maul was in a constant cycle with. He would find it, lose it, but he would always manage to find it again. This place was no different. He had a mission. Revenge was not a want but a need for Maul. He found himself in the cantina constantly. He was always trying to overhear conversations. He was always looking for some form of knowledge that was to be had. He found himself again there on a particular night. He sat there at the corner of the counter. He tried to be as discreet as possible. No one tended to bother Maul while he was there, but this particular night, someone had decided to. They sat next to him, knocking his drink onto the ground. Maul looked up with a look of offense.