Altair nodded, acting casual as Eli asked the bartender questions. He could feel many things in the cantina, though nothing that felt like hostility, or even suspicion, from the patrons. Not yet anyway. Chances were they'd find themselves in at least one fight on this planet before leaving it again. It was just the sort of place Tatooine was, with or without Grysk involvement.
Hot, miserable, and lawless. That was how Tatooine always had been, and probably always would be.
He was listening in on Eli's conversation as well, sensing not only Eli's emotions, but the bartender's, too. Feeling the subtle shifts in both men's moods. Honestly, with what was being said, it sounded a whole lot like they would find trouble.
Saying nothing, he continued listening- and continued monitoring their surroundings through the Force. Last thing they needed was to be caught unaware.
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Hot, miserable, and lawless. That was how Tatooine always had been, and probably always would be.
He was listening in on Eli's conversation as well, sensing not only Eli's emotions, but the bartender's, too. Feeling the subtle shifts in both men's moods. Honestly, with what was being said, it sounded a whole lot like they would find trouble.
Saying nothing, he continued listening- and continued monitoring their surroundings through the Force. Last thing they needed was to be caught unaware.