I pull my cloak closer around my face, trying to blend into the bustling crowd as I flee from the scene of my latest crime. The marketplace air smells of exotic spices and the hay that's used to feed the pack animals. The fat sack of shit I've just slain, the last Hutt to have sold you, claimed that you are here. On this planet. In a Cantina on the far side of the city. Just wait for me, my heart... I whisper to myself as I eye the guards rushing by. I'm coming for you...
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