"sprawling sand. coarse and rough, and it gets everywhere."

"I suppose a dirty ball of sand is where we've made our home," Durga says, seeming somewhat disappointed in your response. "It seems strange that a criminal syndicate would begin in such a place, but you realize this is also where Jabba, and many others before him ruled from. Perhaps it is a tradition, or perhaps there really is something unique about starting your beginnings on a backwater world such as this. I have found that many creatures are so interested in displays of luxury and the trappings of beauty, that they lose the power to acquire what actually matters."

You look at the Hutt with trepidation in your eyes. His ambition pulses through your mind, and you can see in his eyes that he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. You see a Galaxy burning with fire, all kneeling at his throne. Such a creature is dangerous, you think to yourself.

But he is your employer, and with his power comes your own.

"Goodnight, Jess," he begins to slither away. "Unless you'd join me for a quick drink in my chambers?"