As quickly as he had stopped, Pann started walking again. I did the same. And we eventually made it to the cantina. I guess Pann had set something up because, once inside, we were able to head to the back, uninterupted. Unfortuneately, our friends were still following us. And, in the positions they were sitting, they were blocking the way out.
"Well this can't be good," Pann muttered. "Really? What gave you that idea?" I hissed, as we sat down. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that, when your mom finds out about this, she'll throw me to the next star system. Or maybe it's the group of people following us. I can't tell which bothers me more."
I rolled my eyes. "Speaking of, what reason would they have for doing that?" He looked in the direction of the entrance. "See that guy?" I didn't turn to look. But, out of the corner of my eye, I could see a middle-aged Bothan. He seemed to be looking for someone. "Yeah. What about him?" "My guess is they either work for him. Or they're here to make sure he doesn't say anything." "Like what?" "I don't know," he said, suddenly becoming tense. "But we're about to find out."