>>6304046With no reason to refuse, you lead the ladies deeper into the jungle and find a pair of old, crusty, and very irate eyes staring up at you sideways from what you assume is some sort of workbench. Obber, you presume?
“T’Hell’s askin’!?” He snarls as he tightens some kind of contraption on the bench.
“Sorry ta’ interrupt your work, sir,” Volka begins with a contrite expression creeping onto her face, “But we’re looking for a friend of our pal Inngo-”
“<span class="mu-s">INNGO!?</span>” The Gnok growls, slamming a tool onto the table with wide-eyed disbelief, “Stupid bastard’s still alive, ey? Well jolly good for him…”
So you know him? The mechanist answers with a hasty grunt.
“Funny as a blade to the eye, dull as a Chytree in the sack. Aye, I know ‘em.” Adjusting his position on the table with a few muffled clinks of metal, Obber narrows his tired eyes at your entourage. “So what ya want then, ey? New debt collectors? Got two things fer’ ya: FUCK an’ ALL!”
He seems to be the right Obber, but is he the right man for the job? What do?
>He has debt issues?>He worked at Trimbault, right?>You have a project for him…>What’s he working on?>Let someone else handle this (Who?)>What’s his take on Umberal?>Write-In! 