"Hrm. I see. I am Calevan." He bowed, his cloak rustling as it shifted. Melania

The air was cold. Electric. His hand hovered over the blaster pistol at his hip before pausing. He was being… twishort.com/1TRjc

"A pleasure. Now, you said you could lead me to drinks, yes?" Melania

"I suppose that is only fair. Alcohol for directions." Melania

". . . . . Loud, though perhaps a bit more peaceful."

He follows, opening the door to the bar. Despite seeming out of place, he still seems to appear dangerous. Melania

"Hrgh. That ripple. I can feel it. Something out there."

". . . . . What is Valentine's Day?"

[> Cue a random rebel being tossed through the air, sliced in /HALF/.]

". . . Hrm. I like her style."

"Hrm." He moves to the bar, leaning over it to talk to the bartender. The man nods, moving to pull out a bottle of absinthe. Melania

"The answer is no." Melania

"Merely wishing to enjoy the night. Only that." Melania

He pours out half a glass of absinthe, lips curled into a small smile as he took a gulp. "I am not. I just came into town." Melania

"In a way." Another gulp. He refills the glass. Melania

"I threw a man through a window. In other news, I need a new ship pilot."

"Hrm. Rain has been pouring for some time now . . ."

"Hrm?"

A cock of his brow, the Inquisitor looking up from the tablets and such strewn across his desk. ". . . . Hrm."

"To the one who sent me a holovid of that rebel propaganda they call a movie, I will find you and have you put on the firing line. That is all."