Over at the bar, you find Inupuk, a keeper of a malachite blizzard. "Oh, heh, you fancy 'im, do ya?" He takes a gulp from the mug in his hand and the blizzard chirps in pleasure at your complement. "Yea, I 'ove 'is 'andsom markings too. Tha's preticularly why I went for uh malachite. Was lucky to 'et one. Ol' Imiriq's been muh bud fur a long time. I 'ws 'oping he could have a clutch of 'is own soon. 'E and tha' lovely Myax of Gen thur are 'ates. 'M 'oping fur a clutch of thirty..." He continues to babble on as you slink away from him slowly...

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