The smells of the cantina were, to put it bluntly, atrocious. Pungent death-sticks were lit in tight, cloistered corners were gamblers plied their trades. Liquors that were edible to all aliens (and not so much to others) steamed out from tall and short glasses. Some of them were even mixed up, thought if the cantina-goers or the bar workers cared, it wasn't visible. Droids waddled in every few minutes, but were tossed out moments later whole-- or in pieces. "Grin's ready to see you, Garrick," came a voice from over the shoulder of a human-looking individual that happened to be sitting at the alcohol-soaked bar. A plate of nuts sat in a shallow puddle, but they didn't look anywhere near the appetizing side of anyone's food-scale. "About damn time!" the human said, throwing back a short glass of amber-coloured liquid. He hissed in both pain and satisfaction as the liquid burned another hole in his gut, and slammed the glass down on the counter. He spun in his stool and faced the individual-- a short, squatty-looking bat-man-creature-alien with a flat head and wide, flared nostrils, and yellow eyes that had a dulll luminscence. It was slightly over a metre tall, and heavily armed--and armoured. Garrick--Zayin Garrick, that was his name--followed the alien as it waddled across the cantina. It crossed the threshhold of an archway, onto a floor that was several inches higher, and it was like walking into a new building. The smells ebbed away, the booths were quieter, and there was a small stage of holograms that were pantomiming a band. The little bat-man lead Zayin over to a large table near the stage, nestled next to door clearly marked 'EXIT' in green basic. Surrounded by women first, then armed guards, sat 'Grin' L'keh, so named for the matching scars at either end of his mouth, curving up and over his cheeks to make a grotesque smile. He was a blue humanoid, with bright red eyes and crimson hair: Chiss. "Good on your delivery, as always," Grin said with a smile, never taking his eyes off the busty Twi'lek girl to his left. The Rodian girl on his right desperately tried to get his attention by smooshing her exposed cleavage against his shoulder. It didn't work. "Damn straight!" Zayin said, shoving a hand into his bantha-hide jacket. The hem of it just barely went past his waist, and the shoulders were thick and broad-set to accomodate his already broad shoulders. Zayin was tall, two meters at least, and had brown hair and blue eyes. A thin beard covered his jaw, which covered surprisingly soft, handsome features. Blasters came up, and Zayin held a hand up. "Hey boys, calm yourselves! Just bringing the goods..." The other hand in his jacket came up slower, revealing a small item in a non-descript brown envelope. Zayin leaned down and delicately set it on the table before sliding it forward. Grin's eyes seemed to light up--literally--as they sat on the item. He shoved the girls to either side away and snatched it up greedily, and opened it just barely. He peeked inside, squealed delightedly, and shoved the envelope into his lap. "Give 'em payment," Grin said, going back to his girls-- the Rodian this time. A Gamorrean stepped forward and threw a sack at Zayin. With a puzzled look on his face, the human opened the bag, only to drop the cloth sack to the floor and hold up the golden Hutt statue. "What the hell do I do with a relic?!" he roared angrily. Blasters came up instantly, and Grin's eyes focused on Zayin. Zayin regretted his tone, but only barely. His other hand was still at his side, and now itching towards his own blaster. "Sell it, trade it-- I dunno, do somethin' with it. It ain't mine no more. I got it appraised at twice what I owe you. I just... can't move it, for some reason. So it's yours! You got that fast ship of yours, the Cortana, so take that to Republic space and sell it there." Zayin's eyes darted from side to side, counting. He made sure to count the guy behind him too. "... Eh, fine," he finally relented, his voice surprisingly chipper as he lifted the sack from the floor and shoved the golden Hutt back into it.