Cad Bane worked alone. That was a clear, cold-cut fact.

But when his latest client insisted on pairing him up with one of their agents, and offered triple the credits for it, it was a deal he (begrudgingly) couldn't refuse.

However, once he saw you, he wondered if it was even worth the lump sum of credits he would receive from this bounty to tow you along.

His severe blood-red eyes glared deep into your psyche beneath the wide brim of his hat, eyeing you over as if you were a cheap, second-rate landspeeder.

"You're the one they sent?" he dryly asked in his thick Durosian drawl, then derisively scoffed. "Ain't much, are 'ya, youngling?"