[D2LM] Insider Trading

[Cal Arcton]

"I see." Cal said, frowning. "Those were the worst sorts. If a man says he's something, he outta be whatever that is. It's not right to go around representing yourself as something you're not."

He pursed his lips. "Well. Maybe I'll look into that a bit. Although my group is more of the muscle variety. I fancy I'm fairly quick with a blaster, myself."

[Rahvin]

The Zabrak chuckled, "Well, if it comes down to it and this information pans out, you might have a job. If the Imps come back, we'll need every able body with a gun out there."

[Cal Arcton]

"Well then," Cal chuckled. "Here's hoping." His tone was dry enough to convey that it was definitely a joke.

"Well." He gave a vague sort of wave. "Shoot me a message if there's anything else I can lend a hand with. Although I'm supposed to be retired." He smirked. "I was never very good at just sitting around."