Being Bahama

Mysterious Meeting

I’ve been spending a lot of time in the guild hall.  Besides decorating my new office and setting up offices for others, I’ve been cleaning out and reorganizing supplies.  While working, I noticed our supply of guild uniforms was depleted.  Not surprising as we’ve had several wonderful new members join in the last couple of weeks.

I was busy replenishing the uniform closet when I received a tell from a gentleman.  He said he enjoyed my clothing and wondered if I’d be able to meet him in person.  Usually that means they need some clothing made and so I asked right away what I could make for him. 

His response was a bit perplexing.  He replied that he didn’t want me to make him anything, only that he wanted the chance to meet me in person and thank me for the wonderful clothing.

At this point the whole thing sounded a bit odd.  I receive hundreds of sale emails from my vendors in a week and while a few unique names might stick with me, for the most part, I don’t make a habit out of memorizing each customer’s name.  I do keep a list of customers I service in person as they usually return and it’s helpful for me to remember which wanted all black items and which favored electric purple.  He didn’t appear on that list.

The general rule in business is to make the customer happy, so I agreed to meet him, despite my confusion over who this man was and which clothing he referred to.  I asked where we should meet.  He replied, “Yavin IV, for reasons unknown to me.” Huh, what does that mean?

Now I really had a funny feeling about the whole thing.  I sent a quick message over the guild chat that I was going to meet some strange man on Yavin IV and could someone please come look for me if they didn’t hear from me soon.  I tried to keep it light hearted.  After all, it wasn’t likely I’d really be in any danger.  I carry a decent weapon on me at all times and while I’ve got a slow trigger finger, I’m not afraid to shoot if I need to.

A smuggler friend answered back right away. “Wait!  Don’t go.”  I was a bit alarmed at his alarm.  “You don’t have a bounty out on you, do you?”, he asked.  Who on earth would be out to get me? I’m just a tailor!

Immediately my friend sent me a group invite and I joined.  “Group with him first.”, he told me.  I gave him the name of the gentleman and he joined.  I arrived on Yavin IV to find my friend had been interrogating this stranger, assuring him he’d be in danger if any harm came to me.  The man assured both of us that he only wanted to thank me.

The gentleman did thank me. And it turned out he did have some items he wanted made.  Surprise, surprise. He was a pleasant man, an easy customer and paid very well. 

Even though it turned out there was no danger at all, I’m grateful to my smuggler friend.  When Bermuda left, I didn’t really have anyone to call if I got into trouble.  It’s nice to know that now I’ve got someone to watch my back.