Keshin rolls his eyes at Myitt's comment, passing off a bit of a smirk. The two of them never change. Keshin's expression changes to a frown when he notes the unknown Imperial present in the Bar. He doubts that the man is stupid enough to attack anyone in a Bar full of rebels, but you never know with Imperial grunts. Keshin sits up from his seat and wanders towards the strange man.
"Don't like the taste of redin much, do you?" says Keshin, trying to put forward a certain laziness. "Well, it isn't for everyone. Although I hear a lot of people born on the homeworld like it. Reminds them of the past. Me? I'm just not that old."
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Mar's order of steak arrives in front of him shortly. Mar smiles and takes out a napkin, carefully laying it on his lap. He then uses his utensils to cut and begin to eat the steak, although his coordination is slightly off. Maybe it's the wine. Though he doesn't personally think he's had much. Elayne appears to have had far more.
"You were part of a rebellion once, my dear?" Mar asks, leaning in. "How ever did that go? They always seem to be such...maddening affairs to run. Or even to exist in. As I said, mine was of a more...organized variety."
