The interests of commerce

[Dovi Jod]

Chief Arbiter Dovi Jod of the newly-reconstructed Trade Federation entered the building, allowing his bodyguard droids to stay outside as two assistant protocol droids entered with him. His large eyes blinked as he became accustomed to the dimmer light. Carefully, Jod took a seat at an empty table, careful not to be touched by any dirty-looking patrons of the establishment. He spoke to a gleaming silver protocol droid

TeeVee Four, hahve thee bahrtender bring mee Chahndrillan Wine een ah chilled bohttle.

EDIT: TTT

[Lochabre Stonewing]

From it's place, Lochabre looked at new fleshed one. It smelled different and it seemed to have walking-metal alongside. Curoius, Lochabre stared, it's burning red eyes shining in the light.

[Dovi Jod]

The droid returned with Chandrillan wine, pouring a small amount into a clean wine flute for the Arbiter. He took the glass lightly, smelling the drink's bouquet as he felt the eyes of an uncomfortable presence nearby. He glanced at the gargoyle, then looked away, his ponderous brow wrinkling.

[Dovi Jod]

In the meantime, Arbiter Jod glanced over a datapad full of export statistics that he had to sign off. Dry and dull work, but in the end, would spell out for more profits. Jod's large eyes couldnt help but pan around, wondering how much a place like this would be worth, and if it was for sale.