The Tusken easily dispatched two troopers and sent the other three running out of the cantina. The dark figure finally stepped out of the shadows, pulled back his hood to revealed himself to be a man with long black hair and black eyes. He tossed a credit chip at the barkeep and said: "This should take care of the mess, my friend." Then he walked through the crowd of bloody, beaten, groaning sentients. The tusken was already raising his gaffi in a defensive manner. "Do you want to fight me, human scum?!" he hollered in broken, highly accented Basic. "No, I don't wish to fight you." replied the dark man. "Instead I have a business proposition to offer you." He sat down at a table crossed his legs in a relaxed position and said: "My name is Talon Karrde. Perhaps you've heard of me?"