12-24-2016, 08:31 AM
Ozal stood there and listened to Dasha's story, after pouring her a complimentary ale. "Purple...bulges?" He asked, racking his memory for anything similar. When he had first come in with the mining operation, he remember the workers coming into his bar after long, harsh days. Injuries, coughs, chills and exhaustion had plagued them day in and day out, but he didn't remember anything about purple bulges. Except.....wait!
"The overseers. I remember one of them came down with something similar...not purple bulges though. It was milder than that. He had these lesions all over his face and neck, light blue. Said the miners had gone down the wrong shaft or something, and called him . None of the workers wanted to touch it, some sort of silly superstition about the foreman being the first to appraise a new vein or something."
Ozal took a minute to fill an order, mixing colorful liquors and fruit pulp expertly into a twisty glass, before sending it out with a server and continuing. "Anyway, foreman goes down, comes up with a hunk of this shimmery, iridescent stuff. Real spooky looking, no one really wanted to work in that shaft after that. Never found out what it was, but the foreman came down with what you were describing. He left the island before it got too bad, I guess. That fancy Imperial tech probably healed him up good."
The Ferengi took another order, mixing three separate drinks while he finished conversing. "Best bet would be to go down into the old mines and look for a sample. I bet a good alchemist or doctor could probably research a cure or something." He slid the drinks down the polished wood bar before grinning and showing his pointy teeth. "Oh, and Dasha? You owe me a small favor for the info. Not now, just sometime in the future. And I pride myself on being a man who collects on his debts."
"The overseers. I remember one of them came down with something similar...not purple bulges though. It was milder than that. He had these lesions all over his face and neck, light blue. Said the miners had gone down the wrong shaft or something, and called him . None of the workers wanted to touch it, some sort of silly superstition about the foreman being the first to appraise a new vein or something."
Ozal took a minute to fill an order, mixing colorful liquors and fruit pulp expertly into a twisty glass, before sending it out with a server and continuing. "Anyway, foreman goes down, comes up with a hunk of this shimmery, iridescent stuff. Real spooky looking, no one really wanted to work in that shaft after that. Never found out what it was, but the foreman came down with what you were describing. He left the island before it got too bad, I guess. That fancy Imperial tech probably healed him up good."
The Ferengi took another order, mixing three separate drinks while he finished conversing. "Best bet would be to go down into the old mines and look for a sample. I bet a good alchemist or doctor could probably research a cure or something." He slid the drinks down the polished wood bar before grinning and showing his pointy teeth. "Oh, and Dasha? You owe me a small favor for the info. Not now, just sometime in the future. And I pride myself on being a man who collects on his debts."
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