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Post by Renathan on Sept 4, 2020 0:29:44 GMT -6
Renathan was not sure if he was going to return to the Hunter's Lodge... If he was going to need to. However, he finds himself once again coming up here to ask for a tat-lung for a friend. At least this time, it was at the bequest of a tat-lung, and not at the bequest of a snotty nosed human brat that was much too old to be acting like a kid. Renathan wrapped his tails around his ankles, and then let Auburn off of his shoulder to sit on the windowsill outside.
He told her to stay, and then stepped into the building. He walked right up to the desk, put down the eight-hundred credits, and then turned his head slightly. "I would like to purchase your services to bring in a gold tat-lung. I'd like one that is already an adult please." He ignored the large galabex, or at least where he was expecting it to be. He knew that it was big and scary.
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Post by NPC on Sept 5, 2020 23:16:08 GMT -6
Popping a bubble of gum, she raised an eyebrow. Not a baby or an egg? That was weird, most people wanted the small bonus raising them from that young could give them. Oh well, whatever he wanted, she supposed. Filling out some paperwork, she held out her hand for the credits, "Sure, 800 credits then."
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Post by Renathan on Sept 6, 2020 0:01:17 GMT -6
Renathan didn't really mind doing helpful things for others. Of course, the agate that was using their orbaru house as a place to stay was wanting someone to find her mate, and well, Renathan was not the kind of mean fellow to refuse to try to help. He takes the credits from the credit pouch at his waist, trying to ignore the honestly absolutely intimidating individual in front of him (popping gum no less! How terrifying!) as he did so. He got the credits as fast as possible, not wanting to cause any trouble, and soon enough he hands it over. "There you are, eight-hundred credits." He said. "Thank you very much for taking this on." He said, wanting to be polite. He knew that he should probably stay out of the way. These people here at the Hunter's Lodge were serious, and he knew it. Auburn was outside, singing, and he was comforted by that at least.
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Post by NPC on Sept 6, 2020 19:18:36 GMT -6
Giving a little salute, she pocketed the credits and stuffed the forms into a slot behind the counter before leaning against it again, blowing another big bubble, "Sure thing, give us a couple weeks and we'll get you one."
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