On Takodana

Takodana was all he'd imagined. Wilds and open space... the sort of openness he'd longed for and dreaded having spent his whole life in the city and wastes of it. He was glad very few people seemed to pay him much attention when he walked in. When he'd sold the speeder for passage he had just enough, he hoped, for a drink. He was starving and thirsty and hoped buying a drink would be enough to get some info on who was hiring hands around here.

"Hey there," he said to the bartender, "I'll take the largest of whatever this will buy me and was wondering if you knew anyone hiring?"


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