OOC: this takes place before the meeting at the household
Rook lounged casually in a dark corner of the cantina. He looked
nothing like his normal self if there was such a thing as 'normal'
for him. For a number of days now he had been watching the
comings and goings of the cantina's inhabitants. He refused to
relinquish his ties and contacts among the mercenaries. They were
too useful to him as a source of info and personnel when he needed
them. It had been awhile since he had been able to spend some
time in the cantina with the added responsibilities of the
household. Though he griped about it to Darana, she had regarded
him with that level stare she had when she refused to be swayed on
an issue. He knew it was next to hopeless to change her mind but
still he had to try. She let him argue himself out and asked him
calmly "are you quite finished?" Rook had admitted he was and
allowed her to continue with the new list of responsibilities he
would be handling. Even as she numbered them he had to smile at
the way he indulged him now and again. It was a far cry from when
he had first hired on as a mercenary with a temporary contract with
her. She had seen his potential even then. A thing that his
father... He trailed off on that line of thinking. It didn't
matter what his father thought. He would show him some day and
make him sorry.
He snapped out of his reverie with no outward sign and scanned the
cantina once again. It was a quiet day here and since nothing
seemed to be going on here, he should get back to the household
and catch up on some work. No use letting it pile up. As he was
leaving the cantina he noticed some of the 'patrons' eyeing him,
sizing him up. He smiled. Let them try something, he hadn't had
some decent exercise in awhile. The bartender smiled at him.
"Leaving so soon Sean?" Rook or Sean as he called himself at
the moment, paused to take a last sip of the snifter of Brandy he
had been nursing. He flashed the bartender, a pretty woman, a
winning smile.
"Yeah, I think so. I'm off to cause some^Å." He gasped as he
was hit with a searing pain in his brain akin to an awl trying to
puncture its way out from the inside out. He stumbled a few paces
as he fought to control it. See an opening, one of the barflies
reached a hand out to try and relieve him of his purse or blaster.
It took seconds for Rook to realize and act. Still holding his
brandy in his right hand, his left flashed out to grab the other
man's prying hand. Grabbing him by the wrist, he twisted it
sharply hearing first a loud crack followed by a howl. He
continued to hold the man's hand while he sniveled and tossed back
the last of his brandy. Rook stared into the man's pain filled
eyes with his own ice cold blue ones. He finally realeased the
man's arm letting him collapse to the floor. He looked back that
the bar tender who watched the whole scene silently and replaced
the smile on his face. Finishing his statement as if nothing had
happened "trouble" he said and slammed his glass on the bar.
He had felt pain like this once before. Darana was in trouble
there was no doubt about it, and it was up to he and the rest of
the household to help her.
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