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Diplo: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Skrivix puffs up. "We're here because you have a problem. We solve problems. Criminals need catching? We do that. Assets need protection? We've got it covered. Pesky bureaucrats hampering your style? We can smooth that out, or maybe you want an example made of them?"

He pauses a moment to brush a piece of lint off his vest before continuing, "They call us the C-Team because once we arrive that's the last you'll be seeing of your troubles. You've got big game to hunt? Great. I'm not going to waste your times regaling you with tales of our knowledge of dangerous beasts, but odds are you can pick something and either Harrac has hunted it, Karyn's cooked it, or Talc has bedded it. Heck, we might do all three tomorrow, right guys?!"

Clapping Talc on the back, Skrivix sits back down and resumes picking at the safer food.

One deep breath, finished drink, and cleared throat later Skrivix smiles at Royo and remarks, "Oh that renown is coming. Artifacts are a passion of mine as are lost civilizations and their forgotten treasures. You weren't talking about the Nakalaji temple on Castrovel, were you? I spent three months researching the same one while rehabilitating and patching my exoskeleton after a disastrous encounter with an unruly group of Dataphiles." After a quick sigh, he continues, "unfortunately some folks are more interested in looting shiny tech than in preserving the remains of our forebears."

Culture: : 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Skrivix walks along with one of the waitstaff, making polite chitchat, and stops alongside Royo. He grabs two drinks from the human's tray, then smiles a somewhat disdainful, "thank you so much," before turning to offer a drink to Royo.

He makes a show of suppressing a shudder. "Pretty as she might be, she simply would not stop talking about her new technopathy node. I understand some of us pure biologicals may have gifts that others want to emulate but you don't see me prattling nonstop about my abilities."

Pausing, Skrivix telepathically notes to Royo, "then again, that might be because I don't have to openly prattle about it." He punctuates his statement with a grin.

"Skrivix is the name. What abilities do you pride yourself on?

Sense Motive: : 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Apparently I'm too dumb to be able to find where to insert a picture.

Faction - Wayfinders Champion
Slotless Boon - Starfinder Society Care Package

The Shirren looks at Harrac and shrugs, "it doesn't seem like anyone particularly troublesome, but then again that's probably an apt description for us as well. We'll see if it holds true."

Skrivix walks to the door and looks at each of his comrades. "Let's get a move on, I'll fill you in on the details of our guests as we walk."