"You should write a book about your life," Eli said. Threatening a dancer wasn't something very heroic, but Altiar was a Sith. Even if he was friendly, being a Sith did imply a dark side. Thrawn had certainly done questionable things in his quest to make Admiral, even if he hadn't enjoyed doing so.

Heading out into town, Eli did his best to look inconspicuous, which wasn't easy when he was accompanied by a man with blue skin. Some of the vendors tried to get their attention, asking if they wished to buy jewelry or what were being sold as genuine krayt dragon teeth and scales.

The cantina wasn't far, and thankfully it was an escape from the heat. Eli pulled his hood back, ignoring the dancers. "Our pirates were humans and weequay, based on what I gathered. And they were in the business of chop-shopping ships, and possibly also droid parts."