The head he addressed had sharp, intelligent features surrounded by a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache. The man who owned it had the door to his quarters open only a few centimeters so Joram couldn't see the rest of his body.
The man said nothing. He glanced over Joram's shoulder to the landspeeder lane beyond, a city thoroughfare that was crowded with fast-moving speeders and slower delivery flats.
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