Musicians play. The air is filled with the heavy, suffocating scent of incense. And above it all? The raucous, rumbling, and deep laughter of the headquarter's occupants. Hutt leaders lounge about. They watch diverse dancers with their saucerlike eyes, their slimy, thick tongues, and their bulbous, gastropod bodies. Whether it is game of Pazaak you seek, a political agenda, or smuggled goods or weapons, you have come to the right place. The Hutt Headquarters is home to some of the most deviant swindlers and smugglers in the galaxy. You two! Come forward! You, Jehan, have some explaining to do.