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Derrik was surprised the woman had beckoned him. Never one to turn down an invitation he stood and walked over to the table. His eyes never left her as he approached. She was a curious person, presumably a Beru, though her skin and hair were rather light. The way she dressed she had to be rich, or at least pretending, meaning the thugs outside were most likely hers. He stood beside the table a moment before sitting in the chair opposite her. “Hello, mam.” He smiled lightly. “How are you this fine afternoon?”