Man to Man (Kazaar)

[Old Man Russard]

The old man struggled, but his present company pretended not to notice.

Lissel, the Twi'lek nurse squashed the impulse to step forward and provide a steadying hand, even though her charge's efforts were almost painful to watch.

In the hearth, the fire blazed giving off an excessive amount of heat. Perhaps that was the reason for the stifling feeling. The tension in the large study was palpable and no one could kid themselves that the closeness was from the fire.

Jason the Elder kept his feet, however, determined to show the inner steel that had made him one of the most influential and feared men in the city. His wheelchair was tucked into a corner, while the elder Russard supported his withered frame propped up on two ornately carved sticks.

"And this was Inquisitor Valten's suggestion?" the old man asked, unimpressed.

His son flicked a short look to the Bounty Hunter, slightly embarressed at his father's tone.

"And you decided it was a good idea...?" the old man continued. It was not hard to conclude what the old man thought of that.

Russard turned to pin Kazaar with cold blue eyes, the shifting of body weight making his forearms shake slightly.

Lissel bit her lip anxiously.

"Is that the way of it?"