OOC: this takes place before the meeting at the household Rook lounged casually in a dark corner of the cantina. He looked nothing like his normal self if there was such a thing as 'normal' for him. For a number of days now he had been watching the comings and goings of the cantina's inhabitants. He refused to relinquish his ties and contacts among the mercenaries. They were too useful to him as a source of info and personnel when he needed them. It had been awhile since he had been able to spend some time in the cantina with the added responsibilities of the household. Though he griped about it to Darana, she had regarded him with that level stare she had when she refused to be swayed on an issue. He knew it was next to hopeless to change her mind but still he had to try. She let him argue himself out and asked him calmly "are you quite finished?" Rook had admitted he was and allowed her to continue with the new list of responsibilities he would be handling. Even as she numbered them he had to smile at the way he indulged him now and again. It was a far cry from when he had first hired on as a mercenary with a temporary contract with her. She had seen his potential even then. A thing that his father... He trailed off on that line of thinking. It didn't matter what his father thought. He would show him some day and make him sorry. He snapped out of his reverie with no outward sign and scanned the cantina once again. It was a quiet day here and since nothing seemed to be going on here, he should get back to the household and catch up on some work. No use letting it pile up. As he was leaving the cantina he noticed some of the 'patrons' eyeing him, sizing him up. He smiled. Let them try something, he hadn't had some decent exercise in awhile. The bartender smiled at him. "Leaving so soon Sean?" Rook or Sean as he called himself at the moment, paused to take a last sip of the snifter of Brandy he had been nursing. He flashed the bartender, a pretty woman, a winning smile. "Yeah, I think so. I'm off to cause some^Å." He gasped as he was hit with a searing pain in his brain akin to an awl trying to puncture its way out from the inside out. He stumbled a few paces as he fought to control it. See an opening, one of the barflies reached a hand out to try and relieve him of his purse or blaster. It took seconds for Rook to realize and act. Still holding his brandy in his right hand, his left flashed out to grab the other man's prying hand. Grabbing him by the wrist, he twisted it sharply hearing first a loud crack followed by a howl. He continued to hold the man's hand while he sniveled and tossed back the last of his brandy. Rook stared into the man's pain filled eyes with his own ice cold blue ones. He finally realeased the man's arm letting him collapse to the floor. He looked back that the bar tender who watched the whole scene silently and replaced the smile on his face. Finishing his statement as if nothing had happened "trouble" he said and slammed his glass on the bar. He had felt pain like this once before. Darana was in trouble there was no doubt about it, and it was up to he and the rest of the household to help her.
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