"I think I'd rather fuck a Jawa than a puddle of slime like you"

You spit as you say the words, partially uninterested in sucking up to a powerful, wicked creature, and also rather terrified of what a slug of his size could do to your much smaller body. You feel Durga's gaze on you turn to venom, as Gorob grows a sly smile.

"Guards!" Durga barks, and rather than issuing another audible command, makes a sudden hand gesture towards the exit. You are picked up and unceremoniously carried away. Gorob watches you get carried away with a sinister glee mixed with a disappointment while he takes one last look at your body. The gamorreans laugh, snort, and toss your body into the street. You gather yourself, grateful to be free of that place but panicked... you need to get that box!

You head back in through another entrance, taking your time and being careful not to get spotted. You're not sure if you'd survive another encounter with the furious Hutt. By the time you get to the private chamber, you can't even tell that there'd been any Hutts in the room, except for a very dull green stain on the cushions. The cleaning crew in this cantina is industrious.

No matter, you need to get that box! You reach around the cushions where you last left it and... it's gone!

Blast it! You don't have a lot of options left, and it's time for your rendezvous with Mr. Fortuna. Maybe you can explain the situation to him, and he can help you track down the package and split the reward with you. You have to hope against hope...