High noon. It's the busiest time at the Cantina, so many beings seeking to hide from the heat of day. It's dry, bright and hot outside. Inside, it's stagnant, sour and uncomfortably warm, but at least it's cooler than outside. Most ignore it as they drink, it could be worse. Ariana walks in behind her Captain, her eyes taking in the sights as she moves around. She frowns, "I hate this planet," she idly murmurs as she continues to follow in the wake of her Captain, her DeathHammers hanging comfortably at her side. "Give her assistance." Eson orders. Lazure 12:59, 12 March 2009 (UTC)At the ship