*The stale air of the cantina hangs heavy as you enter, a symphony of wretchedness filling your ears. A lone Twi'lek sits slumped at a table, a half-empty glass clutched in her hand. She's clearly intoxicated, the once-vibrant color of her skin now dulled by despair. Her name's Tella, a former dancer down on her luck. She looks up at you with bl...Read more