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"I feel Amyik reached an understanding with me before, perhaps I can convince him to give our Minqualli one more chance. I prefer that over sneaking him in...with his exuberance." --- Greiki listens to the crowd to locate the head of security to plead their case.
"I have heard our friend Minqualli has been banned from the gala, would it be possible to plead his case? I will even remain by his side to ensure he doesn't get to excited."
Greiki smiles ear to ear after being given the opportunity to understand language through feeling, the carvings having their own character. "This experience will remain with me! To experience language in a way I never expected, the value of these pieces of conveying the messages. The luxuries of text-to-speech has nearly robbed me of something. Thank you, thank you!" he says with a courteous bow before he looks to his companions to see how things are going. He hears Tetra conversing with Zovi and decides to return the kindness of the curators earlier advice with conversation.
"It sounds like Tetra has been regaling you with the importance of these displays for everyone. You deserve some thanks for even making that a possibility. Not just your displays but the other roles you fulfil here. I hope this is only the beginning for our work with the museum!"
Greiki shows up to the gala in a form fitting tuxedo suit, plain in most aspects until one inspects the material closer. It is a fine mesh of metals that chime and twinkle quietly as he strides about. --- While the others move about, Greiki is drawn in by the conversations of linguistics near Muhali. He treads slowly over to introduce himself when a break in exhibition presents. "Is this Professor Muhali? When I heard you were exhibiting different languages I was enthralled. My name is Greiki Muginn, Starfinder and enthusiast of spoken languages."
Hearing the group begin to disperse, Greiki stays with Zovi a moment longer. "Curator Zovi, in such a prestigious position would you have any instructions on how you would like us to set up our displays? I do not want us to spoil the flow or organization of this section. My own navigation tends to be different."
Greiki is elated as he helps alleviate the trouble of Minqalli. "It is nice to meet you Amyikesh and you too Zovi!" --- As the group is given the tour, Greiki listens intently patching together the descriptions and the images called forth by his blindsight. His expression shifts to an uncharacteristic melancholy. He nods when the task before them is to set up their display.
Greiki makes sure to step cautiously, listening to the voice of Minqalli if he gets too far away. "If you rush too far ahead, I tend to lose you. You do have a wonderful voice though." As he gets closer he hears the group talking with a guard.
"I do greatly apologize for Minqalli. He has a deep connection to these artifacts and he wanted to explain them to me...I am blind so his voice helps direct me. Would our apologies and expeditious filling out of the forms make amends?" Greiki says smiling, holding out a hand to shake purposefully having it askew facing in the wrong direction. "While we fill it out I can explain our reason for being here. Perhaps you can help us."
Greiki smiles at the option to take part in games and sparring. "Ehem...I would join you if you would allow it. It is an interesting way to learn more about someone, they way they move and breathe." he says to Radaszam. "Yet, do not get the wrong idea. I am no fighter but it will do me well to learn to defend myself." --- "They way you describe it is intriguing. I cannot wait to mingle among the gala attendees."
"I enjoy the sound of that. Zarzucket. Greiki says warmly smiling at a new voice. He digs around in his backpack before holding out a small chip towards the direction of the gnome. "My name is Greiki Muginn. I am a traveler and a compiler of stories. Here is a copy of A Hundred Voices in The Void.. It isn't very scholarly but you may enjoy it."
A Vlaka male slowly treads into the briefing area. Following each step is a click from what looks to be a fidget toy in his hand. Once he reaches somewhere comfortable to sit, he smiles and waits for others to arrive. His fur is the typical white coat of his species with sharp lines of icy blue patches on his cheeks. His cloudy eyes always face forward except for brief moments they dart around of their own accord. "Hello. Has anyone arrived before me? Don't be shy...the quiet ones sometimes slip by these ears."
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