"How many is 'a few' exactly, and where you need going to?"
"Just two passengers, no cargo. My partner is waiting at.. Actually, I'll just write it down."
The Rodian grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled an address on it. Anyone who had spent a bit of time in this area would recognize it as one of the crystal warehouses in the industrial area by the edge of the town. It did seem like an odd place for this kind of request.
"15,000 credits. The destination doesn't matter, we just need to get off world as soon as possible. And.. avoid imperials if possible.. If you decide to accept the offer, go to the given address in around half an hour from now. We'll be waiting."
Before anything more could be asked, the Rodian disappeared into the crowd and left the cantina. Rel turned to his apprentice.
"So, what do you make of all that? Shall we help the poor bastard?"