Shadows of Bankor

Stopping by the Golden Markets, Jenna went about further business, the usual business. Setting herself up at a stall she ordered the usual, as usual, and glanced around at the people who had no idea what was coming but the tension was still in the air. Maybe it was just here. Regardless, right now, all she cared about was some good (but not for you) street food to wash away both life concerns, and hunger.

Venator decides to stop by for some noodles as well and notices a familiar face. He approaches and tips his helmet in greeting to her. "Howdy darl'n. Dis sead daken?"

"Not at all," she said, motioning for it. Taking a long look, just to make sure, "we do know each other right? I've spent enough time with Sacha but.. well, you know, if it is you we only met once and you well..." she indicated the area about her face with an open hand.

Venator takes up a seat. "We met a dimes. We did da boad job. Nice job dere by de way Jax." He is wearing different armour but at least the helmet is the same from before.

"Ya been keeping yer nose clean? Imps have been crack'n down hard." He asks.

Realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, Jax she hadn't realized how long again, it'd been, that she'd heard someone call her that. Ever since Vandil dropped it, using her real name that one time, she'd almost forgotten the double life. How it'd just become her life.

With a thoughtful expression, she smirked and fell back into the conversation, "More or less," not at all, "things have been getting a bit interesting of late. Surprised to see you again, I'll admit, didn't see you come around anymore. Figured you pulled one of those age-old, do the work and then go home, deals. Keeping yourself together well?"

"Seems like a lod of people ran off wid de Imp's crackdown. I wanded do do da job for Vandil and dake down de Disciple bud I god purdy mess'd up chas'n a mark. Imma sdill hurd'n from id." Venator admits.

"I hope de job wend down widhoud any problems?" He asks. He takes a look over the menu and after a minute of consideration, places his order.

"Between Vandil and the Disciple?" she confirmed, raising a brow, a shrug, "no idea. Not exactly my.. expertise," she said, another shrug.

"I'll probably find oud 'boud id soon enough. So wa brings ya indo down? Musd be wordh de risk." Venator asks.

"Just came to enjoy the food here, one last time at least. Always used to, for the last few years at least. When I lived over that way," she indicated the general direction of the slums.

"Nothing dangerous or risky about it though, I'm just another worker under the Imperial authority," she said, leaving the hint as simple as that.

Venator nods. "So yer finally leav'n de nesd afder dis? Any plans once all dis is done?" He asks.

"Ya hungry? Dun worry, dis one will be on me." He waves over the server droid to take Jax's order.