Mon Aug 25, 2008 6:33 am by Crom'nen
*Crom'nen smirks at Korban.*
Good. I was hoping you where still here.
*When the Twi'lek speaks to him, he looks indignant.*
Don't you know who I am? I am Crom'nen! I am a diplomat. I was honored by the Clan Council for spending my wealth freeing Twi'lek slaves. This ship was a gift to me from them. I will not rent storage. You shall have it put in diplomatic holdings.
*Crom'nen turns back to Korban.*
What do they teach these people? Why would a diplomat have to rent space at his own home?
*30 Yuzzem start to disembark, cautious of thier new surroundings. One, who carries a big Scimitar approaches Crom'nen.*
Korban, this is Dunn. Dunn, Korban. Korban is an old friend, despite being a human.
*Crom'nen grins devilishly at his own joke.*
Dunn, and these Yuzzem were on Aargonor. While I was there, a slaver named Bruusk attacked them. I saved them, so they owe me this life-debt now. As you can see, they're bing and strong as Wookiees, and twice as hot-tempered.