You spend the day waiting for the end of the day. Time passes and it's pretty boring. There is only so much people watching your average sociopath can do, but eventually, mercifully, the market begins to die down. When the last of his customers leaves for the day, your group walks in.

As you enter the import shop, you are greeted by a soft chime and a pleasant gust of environmentally conditioned air scented by exotic goods. The shop's shelves and counters are spotless, well organized, and stocked with a wide selection of luxury goods, trinkets and unidentifiable knick-knacks from all over the galaxy.

A short, olive-skinned Rodian with red-gold eyes sitting behind a polished metal counter raises his gaze from a datapad and briefly sizes you p. His face suddenly lights up with a welcoming smile, and in thickly-accented basic he says, Greetings, my friends! What can Krezo do for you on this fine Saleucami day?

Stomping through the doors behind the man a pair of labor droids stomp through the double doors, its servos grinding.

Enzo strolls in smiling. A quick glance around the goods in the shop to see if anything catches his eye before addressing the Rodian.

"Greetings Krezo, we are looking for a chap named Drezo. A relative? We were recommended to see him actually, and you know in this town a recommendation and a reputation go a long way."

He picks up a trinket and pretends to examine it in front of his face, while scanning the labour droids for any sign of blasters.

"We have come from off planet, I do hope you can help?...."

Plo enters the shop after Enzo and looms to one side, taking in every expression that crosses the import shop owners face. Rodians share a similar ancestry and this one looks deceitful, something about him rubs Plo the wrong way, he is not to be trusted.

Krezo seems not to notice anything wrong. He's just waiting for two customers to leave before he can go home. You're able to cross the shop and get within 10 feet of him.

He says Drezo? I do not know him. I wish this one could be more helpful.

Throw me a deception check so he thinks you're on the level

I should tell you the level of the check. It's two purple dice Deception

Deception check: 1eA+2eP+2eD 2 successes, 1 advantage

That will do! Didn't see your response.

Krezo's face visibly brightens! I'm so happy to serve you. What do you want from my humble shop. He's completely oblivious to your intentions.

Plo steps forward and calmly looks "Krezo" in the eyes: You see we would really like to get ourselves some information pertaining to a particular individual and their relationship with a group of individuals, individuals who make it their business to raid transports and sell those stolen goods through various ways. We are of the belief that this particular Rodian we are looking to speak with has been selling these stolen goods to their loyal and unsuspecting customers. Obviously we cant have loyal customers getting in trouble for the acts of other unknown parties, they may find themselves shopping in other locations if that was the case.

At this point Plo looks across to Mayellen who chooses that exact moment to deliberately knock over a large display of expensive looking things.

Turning back to the Rodian trader Plo pauses for a moment, staring into the mans eyes before continuing; So I'll ask again, we are looking for a Rodian who's actual name is Drezo, perhaps you call yourself that when not in public? Perhaps its the name of your brother hiding out the back? Either way yours and their name are too similar to be coincidence, spill the beans now before my less pleasant friends get more "Involved"

I pull my knife, sharpening it for the upcoming surgery.