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The door isn't back yet, but that isn't a bad thing for the teenager who has taken over a table near the bar. Not a bad thing at all. Neither is the fact that most of his injuries and bruises have faded from their ugly purples and reds to just faint greens and yellows.

There is a piece of paper (with names on it) tucked into his vest pocket. He's kicked back in his chair, feet propped up on the chair across, and he's occasionally drinking from the bottle of ale he managed to swipe off someone's table when he came downstairs. They're not missing it, so there's no harm in it, in his eyes.

He's got a look in his eyes like he's in the middle of coming up with a really great (or really dangerous and exciting) idea, and a smug little smile on his face as he watches the room. He is looking for marks, but, he's always doing that. And tonight, there are more important things to think about.

Like how to swipe another ale.

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"Oh aye, tis a large verse, didna figure ye'd know o'each other."

Will last heard of Corellia from some pilots he met but decides not to mention them,

"Ye e'er 'ad 'ot chocolate?"

"Yeah, we got it all the time on the ship, gets cold in the crew quarters and Shrike lets us have it."

However if Will is offering, Han won't say no.

That gets a nod from Will as he orders two mugs,

"Ne'er 'ad it 'fore I came 'ere. Na chocolate in me time. Who's Shrike?"

"Captain of the ship I live on."

Master of the crew of rag-tag slaves. The guy who gave him these bruises and the kriffed up arm. Dad, sort of, in a really weird 'you kidnapped me from a spaceport as a youngling' type of way.

"Alright guy."

"Oh aye, I'm Robin o'Locksley's man, canna 'magine what me life would be like without 'im."

He rubs his wrist for a moment and touches Robin's knife,

"'elps to follow a good man."

"Yeah, does."

A nod at Will's hip, and the blade.

"Can I see it?"

Will quickly moves the knife out, its simple but has an inlaid tree on its hilt in the wood,

"Aye, Robin gave it to me when 'e made me 'is squire."

Han takes the blade and carefully looks it over, feels the weight, the smooth handle. Obviously it's been through it's share of fights. It's got history.

"S'a nice blade. Light and strong." He nods, twirling it between his fingers a few times. "Gonna get me one of my own here, from the man who works the forge."

"'e's a good man, Lord Teja. 'am the Smith in Nottingham made it for me, always keep it with me."

"I'm gonna work for him for a few days, then have paid for one of his knives, 'cause I don't have the credits to get it straight off."

And you don't steal from a man who makes weapons.

"Sounds a fair way to do it. Ye e'er wish to fire a bow, can teach ye or just 'mprove yer stealin'."

"I'll keep that in mind, t'access is gone so it ain't like I'm goin' anywhere soon."

"Oh aye, tis 'ard bein' Bound at times."

"S'alright, better than the ship. Plus you got a lake out back, s'been awhile since I've gotten the chance t'swim."

"Swimmin' loads o'fun, also tis 'orses 'ere. Ye e'er ridden?"

"Swoop bikes, no horses though. A tauntaun, once. I hate them, they smell worse than a wet bantha."

"Might like a 'orse then, dinna stink that bad an the ones 'ere are lovely."

"Think 'bout it if the bar gets t'be boring."

With all these people, Han has plenty of entertainment for awhile.

"What's yer ship like?"

"Bucket of bolts and could use some more speed to her, but she gets around alright."

"That's what counts in the end."

"Ain't any good if we get caught with what we're stealin'."

"Oh nay but sure ye've loads o'good places to 'ide it."

"The whole galaxy," Han ~~brags~~ says, with a grin.

Will laughs, "Sure ye must be feared then."

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