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As the party leaves the shop, Julzakama begins ripping into the old computer again, as parts and broken components go flying. Before Kultha exits, he shouts out, "ne pozvolyayte etomu gulyu otrezat' bol'she vashego khvosta" Vesk: "Don't let that ghoul bite off the rest of your tail, brood-sister!"
"Fair enough... but what is the 'Vat Garden?' I'm not from around here. Some sort of mortuary?" "Alls I know is that that's where people leave their dead. I don't have any reason to go that way myself, least not while I'm still breathin'! Haha!" Julzakama then gives you directions to the general area of the garden, about 15 minutes away.
Julzakama grins widely and picks up his beer, raising it in a toast to Aazanar. (image) "All right, all right, I relent!
he again raises his drink, but this time toward Hokhuckx, "the bug-ling's offer of further business was more than enticing enough, I was just thinking it over." He leans over the counter, his disposition much friendlier now. "The seller was named Exegara, and she weren't from around here. Wore a flight suit, like she had come off a long trip. Once she had her money, she asked about where to purchase clean skeletons. I don't carry goods like that, so I sent her to the Vat Garden. She was definitely Eoxian. She looked sorta like a man-ling but didn't breathe or blink or anything... Oh, and she mentioned something about hiring some 'local muscle' just in case."
"Ty bol'she ne voin, chem ya, vozit'sya. Kazhetsya, my oba zdes' kak beschestnyye Stihnas." in Vesk:
You look no more a warrior than I, tinker. Seems we're both out here as dishonorable Stihnas. "How is it you came by these insignias of rank?" Julzakama shrugs and scratches the scaly skin between his bony beard-spikes with a clawed hand and says, in Common, "Seems I'm now fully paid for those trinkets there. I 'member Arvin said something about wanting information too, and I can do that. But information costs extra." He folds his rather muscular arms across his chest, looking pretty determined and confident behind the security bars.
The interior of Julzakama's Loans is crammed with shelves containing all manner of near-valueless items, from small appliances to VR game consoles and jars of colored powders. The shop as the acrid smell of a reptile house that has not been cleaned in months. A massive vesk in a muscle shirt stands at the rear of the shop, behind a low desk and a series of heavy metal bars anchored into the ceiling. As the party enters, the vesk looks up from his work ripping apart an old computer bare-handed, with little regard for keeping the components in one piece. His eyes narrow as the Lashunta addresses him. "Are you Julzakama? Aazanar. Me and my friends here are from the Starfinder Society. I believe you have something for us?" As soon as Aazanar mentions the Society, Julzakama gives a wide smile. He reaches under the counter, and sarcastically quips, "Didn't know the 'Finders were desperate enough to hire someone as weak as you look, Lashling. You and the man-ling there," as he tilts his head towards Laeshin, "should find a different line'o'work with such pretty faces." He pulls out a metal box and tosses it through a gap in the bars, onto the floor. "Don't matter to me, that's you' own business. Enjoy yer toys."He notices Kultha entering the shop and, sizing her up, he asks,
in Vesk language: "Battle wound?" |
