> > "Once, fifteen years ago. Doesn't look like much has changed," she > replied, keeping in stride with him. "Have you got a plan?" > > "Find my girlfriend, make sure she's okay, try not to die. In that order," he told > her. > > He paused a moment at a particularly seedy appearing establishment, taking a moment > to scan the interior. "You see anyone you recognize?" he asked.
Nabru looked around. "Sorry, no." He didn't either. And no one looked any more suspicious than usual. "Ideas?" he asked her. "Let's head down a bit farther. There used to be a place called the Mother Lode. It was run by a Horta buddy of mine." "AFter you," he told her, following her in that direction.
