[D1 LM] Food for Thought

[Rose Sorenn]

“A bit of this, a bit of that,” Rose fluttered a hand in an equally vague gesture. “I’ve been odd-jobbing for a while, doing whatever caught my interest or paid well. A little smuggling, a little bounty hunting, that sort of thing.”

[Coryn Kusat]

"Gotcha. Sounds pretty varied then. Must have a few fun stories? Maybe we can swap a few. Mine are good enough for Huttball night and a few beers anyways." He smiled. "You ever get a bounty on someone I might have heard of?"

[Rose Sorenn]

"Me? nah," she shook her head, "I prefer to keep a low profile. The money isn't as good, but it keeps the target off my back." Cocking her head to one side, "so you're a bounty hunter by trade, then?"

[Coryn Kusat]

"Who me? No, no. I just thought you might have some fun stories about it." He sat down again and sipped his coffee. "I was a mercenary. Then I joined up with the Rebellion. Mostly small squad stuff killing Imps in places no-one else wanted to go. Bounty hunting seems a bit more exciting than what I was doing."

[Rose Sorenn]

Rose laughed and waved dismissively, "it's a lot of planning and a lot of waiting, not my kind of scene. I did snipe a bounty out from under some Black Sun goons, once. That's what happens when you plan too much," she grinned.

[Coryn Kusat]

Coryn laughed at the mental image that conjured up. "Haha, no plan survives contact with the enemy, right?" He finished up the last of his second kaff. "Okay, I'm basically awake now. Guess we should go find Xavien for this mission of his."

[Rose Sorenn]

Knocking back the rest of her drink, “right, if I drink any more kaff I might start to vibrate,” she laughed at that, and it was a genuine sound. “Right, what’s until next time in Mando’a?”