OOC: I was under the impression spice was mined.
IC: Thew sat in the cantina, a pile of emptied mugs lay in front of him. He hadn't hand a job in over two weeks. He knew he needed work, the credits were running a bit low. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out what money he had left.
Damn only about 200... I probably have a little left on the ship...
Thew got up and walked out of the cantina, leaving a few credits at his table.