Ference Valari. She commits the name to memory, knowing it's not his true name and hoping he's as good as she assumes he must be to be chosen for this assignment. Her life is in his hands, along with any hope she has of finding answers.
"Dreadful," she answers easily, the practiced skills of years past finally finding use again as she crafts a tale that will cause no harm if overheard by anyone nearby. "I was in close quarters with two Sullustans who insisted on offering commentary on every minute aspect of the journey. They were not impressed with the pilot's maneuvers or the route our ship took."
Her boots clicked dully on road beneath them as she kept their pace steady and not too hurried — they don't need to draw attention to themselves, but they aren't inviting anyone's interest either.
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"Dreadful," she answers easily, the practiced skills of years past finally finding use again as she crafts a tale that will cause no harm if overheard by anyone nearby. "I was in close quarters with two Sullustans who insisted on offering commentary on every minute aspect of the journey. They were not impressed with the pilot's maneuvers or the route our ship took."
Her boots clicked dully on road beneath them as she kept their pace steady and not too hurried — they don't need to draw attention to themselves, but they aren't inviting anyone's interest either.