"Fortunately, I'm at your service," a voice cuts abruptly into the conversation.
Yetsune and Yettiri glance back to see Hagian sauntering toward them. Anakin walks off with Lady Leya, leaving the sisters to deal with him. Around them, the other guests lose interest, their chatter resuming.
Yettiri starts to call Anakin back, but Hagian steps into her line of sight. Her expression hardens, disdain pouring from her narrowed eyes.
"Our new commander has spent far too long living on the borders," Hagian says, his greasy smile failing to disguise his arrogance. "I'm far better suited to give a tour."
Yettiri's stomach churns at his attempt at charm. "Let's go, Sersi," she says curtly, brushing past him without so much as a glance.
As Yetsune moves to follow, Hagian's hand darts out, gripping her wrist in an iron hold. She whirls around, eyes wide at his hand on her.
