“Hey!” barked Maya Jhenil as she pushed Durindal in his slung hammock. It swung into the wall only inches away, cracking Durindal’s head with a sharp pain and waking him up instantly. He snapped his head around to see the flophouse madame standing there in her robes.
“You want sleep here again free? Get rid of the trash,” she said more quietly, pointing a long finger at two beings snoring near the door of the flop room. Outside, it was rainy hot and heavy, blurring the fading light. Looking at the offending customers, Durindal saw one was the Rodian from the night before at the bar, aptly named the Oolong Bar. Belligerent cuss and a bad cheat at cards. His companion was a Trandoshan mercenary… what was his name… Thog! Thog and d’Jarra. It was all coming back to Durindal now.