[center]~|Day 3, 20:42-20:45 GST|~
~|Location: Mos Eisley,  Docking Area (District 5), Aaran,  Roth, and Bol|~[/center]

The docks were extremely busy by the time the Jedi separated. Workers, crew, and passengers all moved through the area with intended business as goods were loaded and unloaded from various ships while night was edging in. Many ships were considered higher class  for this area, through those who emerged were far from it and looked more intimidating than anything. A few glared at Fa when she paused to examine something, their eyes sharp and hand twitching until she moved on. Some even growled in alarm for their goods were illegal within the Republic systems, fearing their crime would be noticed. One or two were even paranoid enough, believing Fa an inspector, to consider threatening her off. Thankful none did.  

However, a small pair of eyes held their interest upon Fa. 

A bothan, a year shy of becoming a teenager, watched the Tiss’shar wade through the thinning crowds. His own body easily darted and ducked through the figures as he had done it all his life, careful not to be completely seen. His body was covered in shoddy tunic and pants that had seen better days, announcing his life on the streets since his mother had died. He easily ducked into the doorway of a local storage room while he continued to keep tabs on their would be target.   Roth, his name, scanned the streets for his companions. Shortly he found them, a young human boy and a Rhodian, their names Aaran and Bol respectively. 

Bol, being the middle child, was holding the young eight year and passed by the Tiss’shar. The youngest slowly reached his hand, a trained and precise movement, to the usual location of credits might’ve been. When they approached, Fa would immediately get a whiff of the scent she had been tracking off the youngest. It was pretty fresh which would mean Jiek had encountered the boy recently and the odds were great he would know where she went. 

[center]~|Day 3, 20:25-20:40 GST|~
~|Location: Mos Eisley, Fel’kaw (bar)|~[/center]

Fel’kaw. 

It was an infamous bar and local watering hole, rumored to have drinks strong enough to knock even a Wookie on his hairy ass. Currently the place was a hotspot for anyone from a messenger to mercenaries, all of unsavory origins, who came to drown their day’s hard earnings. Their scent would mingled heavily with the heavy dust, sweat, and vomit in Vebra’s nose, the intense smells trying to blot out the recent Twi’lek’s own trail which led in.  On approach it seemed like any other desert worn dwelling, the elements continually beating away the outside and the stone barely holding up. A carved sign above the open door way read in several alien symbols the bar’s name. Just outside the door, two burly men, one a Zabrak and the other a Trandoshan, stood watch. Their eyes narrowed and backs against the wall, waiting quickly as they glared at each individual edging in and out of the building. At the belts were two blasters seemingly recently being fired. 

Through only a creature with a sensitive nose could tell this since the heat was faint, getting stronger the closer he got.    

Several humans and aliens quickly by past them, unfazed by their daunting appearance. When Vebra entered past the doorway, the interior was as   elegant as the outside. The walls were made from the same yellow colored sand stones, their smooth surface stained  by dried blood stains and slight scent of vomit wafted through the heavy air. In the center were several humans mixing numerous drinks then setting them on trays which  several different colored Twi’leks, all dressed in bare modesty outfits, retrieved. They skirted through the crowds to the correct tables, each one hidden in a hole within the walls before quickly returning to the bar. 

Several white head and black, bug eyed aliens tooted away on their instruments while customers drunkenly bellowed for more.  There was too many scents for Vebra’s nose to be effective and by the time his nose would’ve sorted it, it would be hours unless he got close to each individual. Through Vebra wouldn't see it from his location at the door, there was about four green skinned Twi’leks total within the bar. 

One was sitting her pretty ass on the stool and arguing at the bartender over her drink’s cost. 

Two were flirting about the crowds, doing their job as they picked up empty glasses and chalices before dropping new ones. 

The last one was nearest the band where she seemed to hang on handsome human, her fingers toying with his hair then whispered something in his ear. 

The the only question remained was which one was his target?