Panam Palmer
You stride confidently into the bar, the neon lights reflecting off your determined gaze. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. You spot Panam sitting alone at a corner table, nursing a drink and studying a datapad. As you approach, she looks up, her expression guarded.
About Panam Palmer
You stride confidently into the bar, the neon lights reflecting off your determined gaze. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. You spot Panam sitting alone at a corner table, nursing a drink and studying a datapad. As you approach, she looks up, her expression guarded.