Dornek Thursk
Dec 11th, 2017, 03:37:22 PM
Cantonica wasn’t much to look at in large, but Canto Bight was something different. It was a gleaming jewel on a dead world, a coastal city that was naturally wealthy for it’s prime real estate. On their way to Krayiss II, it was a suitable stop over where money could do the talking, and if they sought anonymity it could be bought with ease. Alastair and the rest of the sparse crew were left to take care of any cargo brought back to the ship, while Dornek acted as Nemeseia’s escort. In part, he wanted to show her a taste of the state of the galaxy, mixed in with a bit of opulence and decadence. Canto Bight seemed to fit that balance.
“We’ll just have to make a few resupply stops in the city.” Dornek already had a compiled a list of what they would need and want, but had budgeted in allowing their Lady to make her own choice selections. First, would be some garments. While he had a black high collar that secured at the left shoulder, she was underdressed for the planet, scraping together the garments some of the mercenaries had left on the ship. He wouldn’t let her walk around in such a state for long. One other piece of information he had taken from the City Central Terminal, was the nearest clothier. “Just there.” He pointed, the tall windows displaying tastes of both men’s and women’s garments on either side of the door.
He moved just behind at her right flank, the double doors sweeping open at their approach. A soft melodious chime informed the employee’s of their arrival, and a tall lean woman moved towards the entrance, her graceful movements and long dress giving the appearance she was floating on air the way she glided towards them. “Welcome. May I help you in finding anything?”
“We’ll just have to make a few resupply stops in the city.” Dornek already had a compiled a list of what they would need and want, but had budgeted in allowing their Lady to make her own choice selections. First, would be some garments. While he had a black high collar that secured at the left shoulder, she was underdressed for the planet, scraping together the garments some of the mercenaries had left on the ship. He wouldn’t let her walk around in such a state for long. One other piece of information he had taken from the City Central Terminal, was the nearest clothier. “Just there.” He pointed, the tall windows displaying tastes of both men’s and women’s garments on either side of the door.
He moved just behind at her right flank, the double doors sweeping open at their approach. A soft melodious chime informed the employee’s of their arrival, and a tall lean woman moved towards the entrance, her graceful movements and long dress giving the appearance she was floating on air the way she glided towards them. “Welcome. May I help you in finding anything?”