Alt continues, but whispers over the comm. Well, the truth is that a former associate, now in the mines, who had a friend, that knew a blood carver, whose sister was twice removed, hinted at all this. It's all hush, hush you know.
Alt pauses for a few more seconds and then can't hold it any longer. He burst out laughing. I'm just kidding, y'all are so tense and edgy, except for the droid-he's probablly programed that way- that y'all aren't going to die from combat, but from stress.
But seriously... his tone solemn again. I've done some jobs recently for them. As he continues riding, the last bits of light from the setting of the suns, shine on his exposed pieces of armor, he glistens a golden brown, a magnificent sight.