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Eceil stares at the Nautolan for a long moment before shrugging and turning to speak to the group.
“Alright gentlemen, were headed back to this little cantina called the Mek’Thar. That’s the last place I remember being. Well start by asking the bartenders and the locals what happened to me last night. If that doesn’t work well just have to get a little more personal with some security tapes and witnesses. Do yourselves a favor and keep your hands next to your triggers, where were going isn’t the nicest place in all of Courescant even without assassins after you.”
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