"One of the few things Tusken raiders respect is strength. If you can overcome their scouting parties or show them your strength through some other means, you should be fine."
Enobaria ordered a third shot of whiskey. "Do you have any ideas on what those 'other means' might be, Daceros? I'm a good fighter, but not phenomenal. My skills lie more in diplomatic relations than warfare, but something tells me Tuskens don't negotiate except with weapons. Would you be willing to help me? I'm actually looking for a friend of mine, whom this Rodian said is hiding with the raiders for some reason. He used to manufacture arms for the Republic, before it..." She started to say fell, but stopped herself just in time. "Before it became the Empire, I mean. Now he's with the sand people? I don't get it..."