"I'm here to see Miss Reeouurra."

The receptionist looked up to the old man.

"She's kinda busy. Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

The girl at the desk clicked her nails on the wood.

"You need to make an appointment in advance to see Miss Reeouurra."

The old man smiled.

"My apologies. You see, I too am busy."

The receptionist made an unimpressed face. The old man continued.

"I can respect your boss's work ethic. Indeed, it is a virtue we both share. Can you deliver a package to her, at least?"

The girl shrugged.

"I guess so. Whatcha got?"

Dan hefted a blood-soaked bag, and placed it atop the girl's paperwork. At the sight of the blood, the girl shrieked, standing up from her seat.

"What the frell is that???!!"

Dan smiled.

"It's something that Miss Reeouurra would like to see. Be sure that she gets it. No doubt, she will wish to speak with me when she does."

The girl's horrified eyes remained transfixed on the bag.

"Who do I say it's from?"

The old man smiled, wiping at a bit of blood that managed to get on the girl's desk.

"Tell her it's from Dan."

He then turned and walked away.

"You have yourself a fine day, now."

On the girl's desk, Dan had left the severed head of none other than the Mon Calamari Ielik Argka, one of the twelve infamous Vigos of Black Sun.

Dan doubted that Sasseeri would miss him.