Windfall Island

[Amaterasu]

Melody was three steps from opening the door to Ozal's bar and entering the well-visited bar with her Ozallars in hand, when a familiar voice spoke behind her. "Melody, m'girl! Could you hold the door open for an old man?"

The girl turned around to see herself facing Thomas, the mayor. The mildly aged man was approaching from his house with his cane supporting his bad leg. He was much more fit than he looked though - the fresh air of the sea in the Deeps and his weekly visit to the springs had improved his health after leaving the office job in Coruscant. "Sure. Hold on..." She swapped the notes into her other hand to open the door, but in the process dropped a pair that she hastily picked up again, before the wind could make them fly off. But Thomas had seen them.

"Melody? How come you have notes with Ozal's name on them?"

"Oh, the Ozallars? They're something that Ozal is introducing, I got them from him this morning."

"Ozallars? Sounds like a currency."

"Well I guess they are. He accepts them to pay for stuff in the bar."

Thomas mm-hmmed, then pulled out his wallet. "Can you exchange one? I'll pay you back in credits."

Melody simply handed Thomas two of the notes and waved his offer away. "He gifted them to me, I'm not losing anything over this."

"Mmmh..." He brought the note close to his eyes and grumbled something about "That Ferengi again", then nodded. "Thank you for helping, Melody."

"Anytime. Here you are." She held the door open and let the mayor in, though once she realized that this evening the bar was even more packed than usual and a group of sailors that had taken a particular (unreturned) liking to her were around she turned on her heel and left again. She'd just eat cold this evening.


Thomas on the other hand went straight for the counter. Ozal was absent, apparently - working in the back maybe? Or just somewhere in that crowd? He greeted the townspeople that came by and shook a few hands here and there, but kept his eyes trained on the counter. It was probably not the best moment to talk about this to Ozal, in a busy evening like this. But the barkeeper was a smart man. If he let the thing sit for too long, things would get complicated.

As for the sailors, they were a bunch that had already caused a little trouble here and there in Silverrock. And now, with the booze starting to set in on their empty stomachs and the barkeeper not being around they started to get a bit bold, and raised the volume as they made remarks of the saucy variant towards the female patrons. They weren't a disruption just yet but if nobody shut them down things would take a turn for the worse eventually.