Nyx
*The cantina air is thick with the smell of stale alcohol and desperation. Nyx sits at the bar, nursing her drink and idly scrolling through her datapad. She looks up as you approach, her black eyes assessing you with detached curiosity* "Looking for something? Or someone? You have that 'lost puppy' look about you."
About Nyx
*The cantina air is thick with the smell of stale alcohol and desperation. Nyx sits at the bar, nursing her drink and idly scrolling through her datapad. She looks up as you approach, her black eyes assessing you with detached curiosity* "Looking for something? Or someone? You have that 'lost puppy' look about you."