Shadows of Bankor

The resistance meeting had been quickly shoved from Astin's mind after his departure from it. Weeks ago he had come to terms with the fact that it was never going to be quite what he wanted it to be.

Not that the circumstances meant he couldn't help, he just needed to keep it in mind. Strolling through the golden markets, he picked up various odds and ends. Tinkering was something he had mostly done as a kid but it seemed like it was time to pick it up again.

((Purchasing 50 credits of crafting materials))

Venator returns to the Golden Market to look at potential weapon upgrades or maybe a new set of armour. He passes by another gentleman who seems to be doing the same and tips his helmet. "Even'n dere pardner."

Tipping your helmet to someone was certainly an odd behavior, at least in Astin's mind. But, he'd seen stranger things in this galaxy, offering a brief nod in return he replied. "Evenin."

"Ya one of dose medalheads up do some dinker'n? Or jusd look'n da upgrade yer guns or someshin?" Venator asks.

The man's accent was rather hard to penetrate, but after a few moments he thought he had gotten the gist of what was said. "Tinkering mainly, I don't really do much stuff in the way of gun modding."

"Though I suspect a fellow like you gets up to quite a bit of that."

Venator ended up picking up a couple of stimpacks during his shopping trip. To Astin's question he shakes his head. "Nah, I jusd hund acquisishions. I leave the modd'n do someone more skilled. Venador Praedae's da name. Boundy hunder."

/ 2 Stimpacks purchased

"Astin." The young man replied with an easy smile. "Anyone in particular you're going to them?" He asked as he looked over a few more odds and ends.

"Or is that something you are having trouble finding?"

"All of dem." Venator answers. "Always look'n do upgrade my gear. If ya mean acquisishions, somedimes id jusd dakes dime."

So he got work done from anyone he could then, or so it seemed. "Sounds reasonable enough to me. Not like you have the same people on every planet, and I figure bounty hunters move around quite a bit."

Venator nods. "I go where da work is. Somedimes ya pick a place clean, ids dime to mosey on."

"Plenty of work here then, though?" Astin asked with a raised eyebrow. Bounties weren't something he particularly worried about and he was a bit curious.

Venator nods. "Dis place is purdy hod. Loads o' people wid credids and power are rar'n do sdep on some does. Plus id seems like de Imps wanna ged everydh'n under dere dhumb."