Razre had ducked into a nearby cantina to avoid the commotion, and noticed a smuggler come in the back door, only to have a strange figure approach him. Razres cloak had blown out just enough to see the sabers from the smugglers angle, but only for a second, because Razre snatched the cloak to him and sat down. it would take the reflexes and sharp eye of a Clone Commando to even notice the glint of metal, let alone tell they were sabers.

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