Ralina Venli was almost sprinting through Mercium’s Glorious Citadel. Slaves scampered away from her in droves, giving her and those following her a wide berth. No doubt they were informed that Ralina was to be allowed to see the Hutt upon arrival. As she and her company moved deeper into the Hutt’s base, slaves became harder and harder to find as guards took their place. “Who is the newcomers?” one Vodran guard asked. “Where is Master Rashinodies?” “Let us by,” Ralina said flatly. “We have business with your master.” “I don’t have time for this,” Ralina grumbled. “Kerre. Posh. If you please.”