Come to Rion, they said.
See a tropical paradise, they said.
No one ever mentioned a monsoon season.
Meeting their contact in the open is going to look both suspicious and stupid, so he and Hera have taken refuge in a nearby cantina that mostly serves a billion varieties of caf. Seating by the window has just cleared out, and from there they can make visual contact with the Pantoran they're here to meet.
At least that's the current hope.
And hey, the chairs are pretty comfortable.
See a tropical paradise, they said.
No one ever mentioned a monsoon season.
Meeting their contact in the open is going to look both suspicious and stupid, so he and Hera have taken refuge in a nearby cantina that mostly serves a billion varieties of caf. Seating by the window has just cleared out, and from there they can make visual contact with the Pantoran they're here to meet.
At least that's the current hope.
And hey, the chairs are pretty comfortable.
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