It was still morning when Polly pushed open the door to Molithauv's Cantina and went in. She scanned the room for a moment, finding nothing suspicious. The most interesting person was the girl alone at one of the tables. The one who couldn't keep the Imperial Space Academy from the top of her mind. Ristack was already at one end of the bar, pointedly ignoring another Rybet, probably male, two seats over. Vouz, sat at the other end, watching everyone, and tearing some kind of meat apart with her teeth. The Shistavanen looked up, sniffed the air and returned to her meal. Polly crossed the room, her tattered brown cloak billowing slightly behind her. She was of middle height and wore a green tunic and blue pants, both patched. A knife was visible in each boot, and a blaster pistol hung from her hip. She carried a battered leather shoulder bag. Polly sat down at one of the booths, one with a good view of the room. Once seated she lowered her hood, revealing short blond hair. When the waiter appeared she ordered ale, and breakfast. As she waited for her meal she watched the room, with eyes, ears and passively with the Force. It always felt good to get out and talk to her contacts. She was still most at home in dives like this.
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