Post by Kyp Arkanus on Sept 5, 2017 4:02:35 GMT
*The Mando walks into the doorway, casting a shadow along the bar, no one is there to see it.* "hurmph, is the noise out of the mando's buy'ce, or helmet, he reaches up and pulls the seals, and sets the helmet on the counter, and in a heavy Corellian accent, says, "I'll take an ale, Corellian Ale." The server droid's motors whine as it zips away to get the desired drink.
