Din had completed yet another job without losing his head, proof of eliminating the bounty in his hand. Despite his slight fatigue and the protest of his tired body, he was nearly at the agreed meeting spot. The dim light of the cantina flickered in the distance, a beacon calling him in.

As he approached the entrance, the usual cacophony of voices and laughter spilled out from the open door. The clink of glasses and the occasional thud of a fight breaking out inside were familiar noises.

Inside, the dimly lit space buzzed with life—shadows dancing across the walls, patrons lost in conversation, or perhaps something a bit more nefarious. The air was thick with smoke and the scent of too many people crowded in one place. He scanned the room, his helmeted gaze moving from table to table, eyes narrowing as he sought out the figure he was meant to meet.

Once he had finally spotted them, he made his way over.