They say that the deeper you go into the caverns within the islands of the Vaynai Archipelago, the seedier and more dangerous the crowds become. This was exactly what Craeldo was counting on.
After having parted company with Shalla and Abras, he wandered for a few hours through the shops and a few tapcafes along the Promenade and, while they were all fine establishments, there was something they lacked. There were few there willing to talk, a major deficiency for one trying to dig up some information… any information on the locals or items of interest. That was his job and indeed his passion, to find out what he could for either his personal use or for the use of the highest bidder. So there was nowhere to go but down.
To say that Dominik's Alehouse was typical would have been an understatement. It looked a hundred other smoke-filled, jizz-wailing cantinas across the galaxy, but unlike the clean, upscale establishments on the Promenade, this was the type of environme