Nar Shaddaa is a horrible place to live. I absolutely hate it with a passion. I can’t go outside without seeing someone trying to swindle the other, people getting shot for not paying their debts and the plethora of bounty hunters and mercenaries looking to make a quick credit. It’s a surprise that I’ve managed to live this long. Maybe it’s because of my connections or maybe the strangers who pass me by think I can fight because I’m an Echani. Whatever the reason, I’m alive and I feel like I shouldn’t be. My appearance alone should be the sole reason why I should be shot. Enough dwelling, Nash.