Rezik sends himself onto his feet, finishing his juice quickly, before sitting it down on the table. His cloak still distorting his features, he moves over towards the two gentlemen's table.
He turns towards Hawk firstly.
" Excuse me, but perhaps I can talk in private to you? I may have an high paying job that might that might wary your interest . "
He was weary of any attempts for the possible force senestive to influence his mind.


