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Your welcoming summary is a bit dated and scant on hard facts, I expected more vigilance and concrete advice, based off what I've seen in the past few hours. As much of an impression that was made by 'it'... [there's a mixed impression on the emphasis of this word; it seems to be the only fitting word he knows that can properly term Malicant, and there is a hint of amusement at the visceral reaction any other word will cause]

There's precious little in the way of knowledge about what can be done. I'd be glad to arm myself with knowledge, or otherwise I shall simply have to arm myself.

But I should be celebrating. Today is my official freedom from some fool of a banga'a who'd like to claim my head for bounty, against all semblance of reasonable compromise. Now is certainly the time to appreciate the small things. So, in light of my festive mood, a few most assuredly serious questions.

A cleaner-- my clothes are a bit dusty and dirty due to crawling threw sewers and dungeons, which was rather not my preferred method of travel. I'd rather not make the impression of a vagabond.

Metal scrap and parts, including the tools that would best make use of them. I don't expect I'll find an airship any time soon, and a man has needs of a hobby whilst he travels upon the sturdy vessel of a turtle's back. Especially one as fond of the sky as I am.

I won't even ask about iridium injectors, in fact. I'll keep it as simple as possible, for best results.

[he leans back, somehow keeping an amused face. It's easier to look at it from a distance when you're not personally tied to the happenings...]

If you've an answer, then let me know. My name is Balthier.

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[The oddity of some words aside, this could be Westley's life story, bounty and all. Ah, the life of a pirate.]

The fire sector should prove useful for metal scrap, though it would only be free of charge if you have an exceptionally sharp eye. [Westley's smile quirks as he silently adds, or a hand exceptionally suited to cutpurse. A clever man will pick up the queue; otherwise, it doesn't pay to advertise.]

And my sympathies on the wardrobe. Mine was in shambles when they brought me.

[Balthier's quite fond of his verbal flourishes, and meeting someone so immediately helpful was one of the better things to happen that day. He need not advertise to the man where his specialties were, he had a feeling he was in like company]

Close to home, eh? Well, that certainly solves one of my outstanding problems. And all that remains is finding a change of clothes. I hope you had better luck than I've had so far.

Embarrassingly bad luck, actually, at the outset. I was forced to greet a terribly helpful and, incidentally, remarkably beautiful lady wearing little more than tatters. I'd have considered making quick use of the drapes had a needle and thread been at hand.

But you know how it is. With the passage of time and a passable head on one's shoulders, it evens out in the end. I found a delightful seamstress in the Earth Sector, eventually. I daresay my first impression is much improved.

Clever names for these neighborhoods. You'll never lose track of where you are, given you've the ability to see the decor. If I'd need of a seamstress, then I'd be in luck. I may have to take matters into my own hands.

[he regards the feed for just a moment]

And to whom do I owe my thanks for these most helpful tips?

[though the cleaners came first, he was far more concerned about finding the scrap metal for building. Idle hands made for a sky pirate that would lose all his touch.]

I'm certain they could work any miracle you need working, if it involves textiles. The natives don't appear overjoyed that we're here but I have nothing but compliments about their craftsmanship.

[He nods at the feed, something between a respectful head-bow and a deference.] My name is Westley. Pleased to make your acquaintance, so to speak. [He doesn't consider this video thing a legitimate method of communication.]

They and I alike, it seems. [said with a bit of cynical tone. he was no more overjoyed to be separated from all he cared about, and the implications of what a place like this meant, than the natives. It'd be a point of sympathy, at least.]

Well, Westley, if you've nothing but compliments, I'm quite interested to know where this example of fine craftsmanship is.

I'd love to be terribly clever and send you the location over the communication device, but I find the thing preposterous, if begrudgingly necessary to life here. Such as it is.

I wouldn't worry about the lukewarm welcome, however. It seems the natives also find us begrudgingly necessary.

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