((RSM: He assumes that. No one cares much on Nar Shadaa unless they are an utlander, foreigner))
The assassin had received his orders from Darth Revan. He was pleased. Anything to aid his lord. He went to his footlocker to grab his gear. His master had said that there was a third one. Maybe he wouldn't have to be killed. If he could be turned, he could become a powerful ally. His mind ranged with the possibilities.