Well, he already thinks I talk behind his back...

I met one of Lord Ixor’semo’s friends a couple of nights back.

Uncultured, tattooed, loud, probably uneducated Lethan man. 

What a shame he ruined his looks with those gaudy, uneven looking tattoos; you’d think someone with such a desirable skin pigment would be less prone to wanting to mar it with drawings.  Perhaps he believes it will make him less desirable to slavers, or perhaps he’s little more than a child with a marker and a blank wall.

The man was friendly enough, of course, despite only introducing himself as Kaz, but so—low class.

On the positive side, he wasn’t a drunk, doesn’t appear to be a regular spice user and, despite his lack of social refinement, does appear to have his head screwed on straight. I do wish those hunter types would realize that they are allowed to wear things that don’t have gas cylinders, small engines, and dirty metal bits attached to various parts, however.

Division comm chatter has been more quiet than usual as of late which, given the recent circumstances surrounding Darth Arannek, is not surprising; I would imagine that Achai is busy scraping up the remnants and reassigning the few Agents of Arannek’s that remain to tasks that are likely less horrible in nature.
As for my Master’s behavior, it’s hardly changed. He comes and goes as usual, we have tea, he talks at me (and occasionally does ask my opinion on something, usually related to his ghastly clothing), and I have been aiding him in going through a backlog of datacrons and the occasional holocron.

Interesting enough work, I suppose.