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[ Okay, so he's not wearing a shirt. But he's got his pants and gun belt on, weapons all secure so there's that at least. And he's pissed as he glares at the damn device. ]

This ain't mine.

[ Pause. Shrug. The device is tucked into his pocket. ]

Takin' the gorram thing anyway. If folks're gonna be dumb enough ta leave their things with mine, I ain't lookin' ta give it back. Nice lookin' anyhow. Sell it fer somethin'.

[ Pause. There's shuffling as he puts on his shirt. ]

Right. Got 'em all.

[ Pause. ]

Now where's the gorram ship?

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Tch, [Zevran clucks his tongue with a wave of his free hand.] You may have been a collector, ser. I have seen it for myself -- once a man has his hands on a single piece of fine equipment, he finds himself wanting more.

[But even Zevran can provide useful information from time to time. He decants some now.]

To work in exchange for a gun, I would recommend that you speak with Edmund once you reach the town of Poseidon. If you care for something closer to the ship, there is a woman, Leah, who is the head of the local guardians of the barrier wall. They have been having some difficulties with strayed mountain goats, I am told. Perhaps they would loan you a rifle.

[ Jayne grins a bit. ]

Got me a whole lotta guns back on the ship. Ain't here though, don't sound like. Neither's my money.

[ He's not happy about either. ]

Ain't 'fraid of goin' far, so long as this place ain't got no Reavers. There ain't Reavers here, are there?

I have not seen such things about... but when I think of reavers, I think of warriors who have used blood rituals to gain unholy strength and power.

[Zevran may be one of the less-magical sons of Thedas to come tumbling out of a stasis pod, but he has had time to note the almost universal lack of magic from te other realities present.]

It is possible that the name means something different to you.

Nah, we ain't thinkin'a the same thing. Ain't a bad thing. Don't need them Reavers runnin' 'round here. Those things ain't human.

[ He's curious what he means by blood rituals, but he lets it go, it's not important. ]

Is it being non-human that is the key feature of these 'Reavers'? I am afraid we may yet have to disappoint you if this is the case...

[Apparently the subtle differences between an elf and a human who's had cosmetic surgery strike again. Perhaps the turian will make more of an impression, but in the meantime Zevran waits appreciatively for an answer.]

Yeah, but they ain't just weird lookin'. They're monsters. Skin people, rape 'em, kill 'em. If yer lucky, they'll kill ya first but ain't a lot of folks that're that lucky. Mosta the time, it's skinnin' then rapin' then the folks die of damn blood loss er somethin'. Least from what I heard.

[ Yeah, that means you're weird looking, but hey, at least you're not a Reaver. ]

[Considering the epithets Zevran's had flung at him before, an implied weird is pretty mild.]

Ah. Well, I assure you that I prefer my partners to enjoy their experience, and while I do enjoy fine leather I do not think human flesh is best suited to it, no?

[As for the killing people part of it, Zevran prefers the artistry of a clean and well-remunerated kill... but doesn't feel inclined to chat about this on an open network.]

Regardless, you need not fear these Reavers if you leave the great ship. The town awaits you, ser, with plentiful bars and companionship that's delightfully free of diseases.

Didn't think you was a Reaver anyway. They ain't the speakin' type. Ain't no human part that makes any good armor anyhow.

[ Jayne just likes shooting people. Plain and simple. ]

Good. Needin' a drink. Got a place I can get one of 'em?

I? Many, ser, I prefer to not pin my drinking in a single establishment. For you, though...

[Zevran trails off, giving the man a considering look with his lips pursed wnd two fingers lightly touching them.] I would recommend the taverns near the Poseidon docks. Even with the curfew in place, they remain an excellent location for a bar fight.

[ Jayne smirked. Oh yeah, this guy understood him well. ]

Sounds like my kinda place. How do I get there?

If you are trusting to your feet, then leave the ship and walk for a day down the road until you reach the town of Poseidon. If you prefer to take your day's exertion in other forms, my friend, then I suggest you hail a ride from one of the vehicles that goes between the Old City outside of the great ship and the town. Not all of them belong to the authorities.

[For some reason, Zevran's getting the sense that Jayne's not a law and order type. Aren't assumptions cruel?]

... I'll just walk. I ain't lookin' ta be picked up by no law. Day long trek ain't nothin' fer me.

[ And he's heading down to the road. Man of his word. ]

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