Kamda

A woman with a cloak of low quality removed her hood as she arrived at the bar in the latter stages of the morning. She was on the lookout for a man named Nerra... Armed with a description and an idea she began looking around the room.

One of many similarly dressed individuals in the Cantina, she had the lay of the room. At the back, however, by the main bar and not the central island sat the man beside one of the staff and they spoke about something that seemed casual enough.

At this hour the bar had the occasional drifter at every other stool, and every other booth. It was quiet, and in a way pleasant.

She approached the man in a nonchalant manner. When she was near and it appeared he had seen her she opened her mouth to speak, “Would you happen to know where Nerra is at this hour?”

"I do hope so," he asked, looking to her as he shifted away from his current conversation. "What might you be looking to him for?"

“Just a concerned citizen. I hear he’s a good person to counsel with when someone has a problem.”

"He's got some years, hard years, doing less than savory things. Life has taught him well, but he's getting a bit older now and doesn't quite have the gusto in his step that he once did when he was young and bold," he said. "Though," patting his counter top. "If you sit, I'm sure we can listen to and work through any problem you might have."

“I wonder if we can’t discuss this concern in private...” She replied with a hint of trepidation.

"Ah.." he looked to Clem, his helpful bartender. "It seems the young lady is being polite. You see, ol' Clem, she is here to receive some papers I meant to deliver but it just.. slipped my mind."

Patting his man on the shoulder he walked around the table, "Again, I am so sorry miss, please follow me this way.." he said, leading her around to the back room.

Once there he allowed her in, and shut the door. Moving toward the back by a bookcase he admired the true paper books he had for a moment before finding his seat and looking to Lassa.