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"...looking for cannot be bought." By this time the man, who was remarkable only in how nondescript he was, was sweating despite the pleasant climate of the tavern. Few said no to the Dark Lord of the Sith and lived to repeat the answer. No one said no to him and remained unharmed.

"By blood or credits, anything - and anyone - can be bought." An idle enough statement, tame in comparison to most threats uttered by the Sith, but the intent was clear. Underneath his sapphire mane and behind his emerald gaze lay the twisted volatile mind of a destructive force the galaxy continuously failed to defeat.

"Fine, I'll tell you what you want to know." But Tigon wasn't listening anymore, his attention had turned to the behemoth nearby.

Very inconspicuous. The Darth whispered into the beast's mind, noting with a smirk that it not only was it the sole Wookie in the cantina, but also the only other being aside from Rani and his informant not nursing a future hangover.

"I said I'd tell you what you want to know. I can lead you there." Panic was now practically cascading from the informant, for he knew what happened to men in the Dark Lord's employ who were no longer of use.

"No need, I knew where it was the entire time." Tigon stated coolly, his emerald gaze resting on the ebony stare of the follicle inclined beast. The Sith continued to watch the walking fire hazard even as the nondescript information dealer attempted to slink away.

"I just can't risk anyone else knowing." Added the Darth, causing the male to stumble in terror. Scrambling to his feet without dignity or regard for the attention his graceless antics were drawing, the man ran from the tavern. With each rapid scraping of sole against the floor he only quickened his fate, however, for Churs had called on the ancient powers of Sith Alchemy to poison the credits. When the greedy informant had accepted the parcel he had absorbed the toxin into his system. He would die before got off planet, but not before he reached his ship.

"You have a name?" Rani asked the Wookie, looking directly at him as he said the words aloud this time. Even across the room Tigon knew the Wookie understood him, the question was whether he would respond.

"Dartanion" The name didn't exactly roll off the tongue, instead it lingered in the air before the Dark Lord like a noxious smell.While not the most overwhelming of carpet brands, the name just didn't feel natural when uttered in Basic. Again the Sith repeated the name to himself, finding himself increasingly amused at the intensity of the beast's stare.

"I am called many things." Churs stated simply, signaling for the mechanical excuse of a bar keep to bring the Wookie another drink. Tigon remained in silent contemplation for a moment, debating the name he would provide the fur farmer with.

"I have been called a murderer and a savior, a villain and a hero. I have saved many lives and doomed more. You may call me Rani." When in doubt, the truth was always effective. A variation of the truth, anyway.