You are in a Corellian cantina of Nar Shadda. It is night and the usual unsavory characters are present, loud music distorting the air. Smoke from numerous death sticks permeates your nostrils, but the glowing drinks at your hand keeps your senses dulled to the poison lurking in the room.
Throughout the night, among a host of many different races, you see a cloaked woman, dark haired but unexpectedly nice looking wandering around the bar. Eventually, one-by-one you catch eyes with her, a hint of familiarity flashing through her eyes. She motions for you to join her at her table.
