Zeshla was in an old, rundown building located in Lessu, the capital of Ryloth. She had been stationed out her for sometime since business had been slow and the Sith had no jobs for her at the moment. At the moment, Zeshla was having dinner and watching the events unfold around her. She watched things through the eye of the force, feeling instead of actually seeing. Her meal consisted of gruuvan shaal, funge-bread and some cold izzy-mold to wash it all down. She tried to be careful when indulging in alcohol, but izzy-mold was quite good. The twi'leks were on to something with it.
Zeshla leaned back in the rotten old chair she was sitting in. She began to think. Maybe she should get her own place on Korriban or maybe in a nearby system. Shaking her head with a laugh, Zeshla took a sip of her drink. A Sith can't just settle down. Besides, she loved travelling, meeting new people, killing new people. She was starting to like Lessu. The people were nice and spying was a breeze.