[@Vismar]

"Came from the international trading post of Gomsura's second moon. I'm looking for something... an amulet once taken from the neck of one of my lover's a few years ago. I believe the thief is one of the exulted druids of the planet Gomsura itself."

"Erph! erph!" Conda coughs into his sleeve through the pipe smoke.

"That's all I care to tell at the moment."

Conda waits no longer for the owner to bring him silverware, so he takes his plate over to one of the little tables on the floor and takes out a hunting knife to cut the steak. He eats in peace.