A man in yet another robe stood in his way. Daxter looked up, "What's the job now, o' dark one?" "You shall find a man named Tol, a well known crime lord, in a cantina, then ask him for work. You will no longer work in this facility." Daxter left the large warehouse, for the final time. . .
Daxter walked down the roads of Mos Eisley, dodging land-speeders, gamblers, and the gang members. "And you'd think I'd be getting close!" Dax then remembered something: He never got his credits! He looked ahead and saw a man get thrown out of a bar. "Oh, there it is!" Daxter exclaimed. He ran inside, there he saw hundreds upon hundreds of trophies on the wall, above the bar, and above the entrance. A large, buff, human came towards Daxter. "I'm looking for a Tol around here, you know him? I came here for work." The man pointed to the bar. Daxter stepped around him to see... "umm, hello?" silence "I thought this was a cantina, not a warehouse." Out of nowhere, Dax hears a high pitched voice. (Higher than his) "WHAT!? What? Hello?" Daxter turns around to find... a tiny human squealing at the top of his lungs, standing at 5 inches short. "Hey! you're my new errand boy!"
Dax noticed him and held his laughter back. "Errand boy? I'm more of a man than YOU!" Daxter fell over on the ground laughing. The tiny man leered at him, and snapped his fingers. The large man at the front door walked over, wielding a gun 10 times larger than the both of them. Daxter saw him and quickly stood up. "Daxter, at your services!"
