Kur'relos of Clan Jendri stepped into the casino alongside his personal retinue, all wearing armor with the insignia of their clan. None of them were carrying anything larger than a blaster pistol but they were not worried. Even she wouldn't be so insane as to draw weaponry here. This is Yunda's territory.
He found his target lounging at a booth along with her clan. A young boy, barely old enough to know what was happening these days, was serving her and her compatriots drinks. And at her feet was a man kissing her boots, pleading for his life. "Eralynn! I demand an audience!"