spare chair. Plagueis stepped toward the table but declined the chair. “A locally produced beer,” the Zabrak said, pouring from the flagon. “But I saw a bottle of Abraxin Brandy inside, if that’s more to your liking.” “Thank you, but neither at the moment,” Plagueis said. “Perhaps after working hours.” The Cerean motioned to himself. “I am Master Ni-Cada. And this is Padawan Lo Bukk. What brings you to Abraxin, citizen—” “Micro-loans,” Plagueis cut in before having to provide a name. “The Banking Clan is considering opening a branch
