Sanis Prent (Closed to others)

[Kanon Krowe]

<h3>Corellia
Coordinates , 380, -10
Corellian Sector</h3>
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The pub was modest. The back balcony was open to the elements, a loose fiber material woven into an awning was the only thing between you and the pouring rain. It wasn't raining on this day but rather the sun shined hard onto the planet. The awning served as a welcome sun shade. The feeling and motif of the club/resturant/pub was a snobby, holier then thou, attitude. Aristrocrats littered the building like flies to a wall. Underneath the cover of fabric sat Kanon Krowe. He leaned back in his chair, left ankle over right. He sipped slowly from his cup of imported wine, slowly to savour the taste. It was a wine he recieved from Kashyyy, a mid rim whose bulk inhabits were of the Wookiee species. It was a strong musky taste, not for those who drink socially. A phrase came to mind "it will put hair on your chest", a hint at the creators of the drink.

He had put an encrypted message via comm wave to Sanis Prent. The message was as vauge and cryptic as possible but told him to meet Kanon at this location. He instructed the Maitre'd to escort a man wearing tacky Red Sunglasses to his table as soon as he came through the door. He feared the Maitre'd was not on the same link as to what was fashionable. Mistaking Sanis' tacky glasses for a retro motif.

[Sanis Prent]

OOC: Hmm, that may be difficult to do. I am currently rather stranded on Coruscant.

[Kanon Krowe]

OOC -

Ah, I see. Very true to your charactor's limits I see. Very good. Could you please post to this thread then you get "unstranded"? It is quite important. Thanks.

By the way, do you have any idea of when you'll be free from Coruscant?

[Sanis Prent]

OOC: couldn't we simply change the location? I won't be "unstranded" for a few days at least. Several RPs tie into me getting off the planet.

[Kanon Krowe]

OOC -

Oh! Excuse me for using a tired word but.... Duh! I thought you meant you were contained in a cell of some sort. I confess I have not been playing close attention to your current RP. Yes, let's say it was on Corusant. I don't think I need to edit my post, just know the location has changed.

[Sanis Prent]

(Sanis stepped inside the trendy establishment, after receiving the message from a man named "Kanon". He gave little information in his transmission, basically only instructing him to meet at this location. The encryption was rather exotic, and it took MARCUS the better part of an hour to decipher the format, but Sanis finally got the message.

As Sanis entered, the restaurant's Maitre'd politely gestured for him. Sanis approached the well-dressed man.)

Maitre'd: Excuse me, sir...you are being beckoned by a gentleman at a reserved table. This way, please.

(The maitre'd politely escorted Sanis through the restaurant, until he arrived at his destination. Sanis nodded to the man as he left, and sat down across from him. Sanis removed his sunglasses, sliding him into his jacket pocket.)

I received your message, but not much else with it.

[Kanon Krowe]

"Sanis. Glad you could make it. My forgiveness for the information enclosed in the transmission. but I assure you it was nessecary."

Kanon's chair rocked forward as the front legs of his chair came to the ground. He leaned over slightly grabbing Sanis' glass. With the other hand he grabed the pitcher full of Wookian Wine around the neck. A wine he had to smuggle into the resturant from his crusier.

"Allow me. I'd like you to try something. It's an accquired taste. Quite strong. But I find it.... hit's the spot"

Krowe slowly pours the red substance into the marble wine glass. He gently places it back in front of Sanis, careful not to spill the contents.

"It is Wookian in origin. Are you familar with the species?"

Almost ignoring the fact he had asked a question, Kanon goes on.

"A odd thing the Wookie species. Rough, primitive in form. Yet laying underneath is a mind more sophisticated than imaginable. A mind capable to make such a delicious wine."

Krowe takes a large whiff of his wine before downing the last centimeters still in his glass. He takes a breath then exhales.

"Magnificent. I suppose it goes to show you that sometimes a person's appearance and first impression can fool you?"

Kanon shows a crooked smile.

"Don't you agree?"

[Sanis Prent]

(Sanis raised an eyebrow at Kanon's words. With the recent events unfolding around him, Sanis could never be sure if such encounters were truly about business anymore. Everything since he had arrived on Coruscant seemed to have a dual purpose, an underlying motive...

Sanis looked at the liquid in his glass. Moving it under his nose, he smelled the liquor's bouquet. A decidely...different approach, he had to admit. Drinking some, Sanis smirked slightly, licking his upper lip as he placed the cup down. It was indeed strong, but the flavor was unique, and lingered.

Moving back to the conversation at hand, Sanis looked at Kanon.)

I make it my business not to be fooled by first impressions. Often you have to get further down than skin-deep to truly appreciate a situation.

(Sanis drank again.)

The drink's good, I'll give you that. About the only positive thing I can say for Wookiees as of late.

(Sanis idly passed a hand through his hair, leaning forward slightly.)

I'll assume this isn't exactly a social call, based on the care you took to reach me. So that narrows things down a little. Is this for business, or other?

[Kanon Krowe]

Kanon smiled. Now they were getting to the point.

"Buisness.... of course."

Kanon smiled once again.

"I notice you did not suspect the drink being poisened. This shows a leap of faith on your part. A small one, a step of faith, but it still shows you have some trust.... As I will need in you."

Kanon leaned back in his chair once more.

"Tell me, what kind of buisness will you carry out? Will you commit theft? If so.... what is the price?"

[Sanis Prent]

(Sanis smiled. Kanon did have a point. He could have poisoned Sanis with the drink quite easily if he wanted. But then...there was a question of motive. A man Sanis had never seen, even amongst the countless outlaws that roamed the galaxy. Considering they had never met, Sanis would have to gamble on the fact that Kanon was not a hunter. It made no sense to contract a hunter to dispose of another. No, prudence would be to strike the employer. All in all, it wasn't much of a gamble...and both men knew this.)

I wouldn't call it that, exactly. I merely relocate sought-after items for people who have some claim to them. To call it theft implies too much. As for the price...I prefer to set prices with my customers on a case by case basis. It allows for more freedom in the work I do. I'm sure you understand what I mean by this.

[Kanon Krowe]

"Why but of course."

Kanon's eyes darted the premisis. He sensed someone was watching him. It was not a secure location by any means.

"Let me ask you something Sanis.... A fine buisness man like yourself must have a place of buisness."

Kanon leaned over the table a bit so his wisper would be heard.

"I feel this is not a safe enviorment for these negotiations. Do you have somewhere we could go?"

OOC -

A board perhaps?

[Aisha Klan Klan]

OOC: don't mean to pry in here, but since he's gone for the night, I might as well post the link: pub37.ezboard.com/bsanisjoint (http://pub37.ezboard.com/bsanisjoint)

[Kanon Krowe]

OOC -

Why thank you ma'am. But Sanis, I think you should reply in charactor anyway.

[Sanis Prent]

(Sanis smiled, scribbling something onto a napkin and sliding it across the table to Kanon. It was a building address, in one of the spaceport districts.)

We can always meet up there. Any time in particular?

OOC: Yeah, the board address is linked into the "Hire Us Now" button

[Kanon Krowe]

Kanon didn't look at the napkin, he knew what it was, he would read it where no one could see.

"Yes. Leave this establishment and meet me their in one hour. I will be there. I have to finish the wine first."

Kanon smiled.