[Wherever you are, particularly if you're around the ambassador's hotel, you might find two black-coated kids talking in mutters.]
-this jerk.
[The first speaker is male, the other female, though the latter has a hood obscuring her face. Neither of them sound happy.]
How are we supposed to figure out what it is?
I don't know! It's like he just expects us to know.
And we still don't know where to find it, either…
[The boy heaves a frustrated sigh]
I guess we'll just have to ask someone. I don't know why they even thought it was a good idea to send us to talk to him...
[The boy turns, looking up and around, and then, even if you didn't happen to overhear that exchange, you'll find yourself being hailed.]
Hey! Hey, you!
[The girl runs behind him to catch up, and once she's sure that they have your attention, she speaks]
Um… do you know where we could get some… [beat, as if she's trying to figure out how to pronounce it] Harenaqua?
[muttering] Or what it is?
[Somebody who's more familiar with the ins and outs of economics in the local area might know that what they are looking for is in fact, mud. A mud that acts like a drug to the ambassador's species; specifically, it acts like acid.
Yes, he sent two children to get acid.
The answer to their question is: the black market. But then again, they probably don't know where that is either.]
3 - Two for the price of one
-this jerk.
[The first speaker is male, the other female, though the latter has a hood obscuring her face. Neither of them sound happy.]
How are we supposed to figure out what it is?
I don't know! It's like he just expects us to know.
And we still don't know where to find it, either…
[The boy heaves a frustrated sigh]
I guess we'll just have to ask someone. I don't know why they even thought it was a good idea to send us to talk to him...
[The boy turns, looking up and around, and then, even if you didn't happen to overhear that exchange, you'll find yourself being hailed.]
Hey! Hey, you!
[The girl runs behind him to catch up, and once she's sure that they have your attention, she speaks]
Um… do you know where we could get some… [beat, as if she's trying to figure out how to pronounce it] Harenaqua?
[muttering] Or what it is?
[Somebody who's more familiar with the ins and outs of economics in the local area might know that what they are looking for is in fact, mud. A mud that acts like a drug to the ambassador's species; specifically, it acts like acid.
Yes, he sent two children to get acid.
The answer to their question is: the black market. But then again, they probably don't know where that is either.]