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Grappling with the thing on him, Maq managed to pick out "Yanvir" among the other head-busting noises it was making. This was Yanvir? ******** hell, what had he gotten himself into?

Half shouting, Maq attempted to calm the guy down a bit. "Whoa, whoa! You're making my ears bleed!" And was shredding Maq's wing a bit, as well, but that'd be tended to later. "I didn't mean to scare you, really!"

Maq held his arms out, palms facing Yanvir, in an attempt to show he planned no harm to the little guy. For once, he almost wished he wasn't quite as tall as he was. "I came to ask---" He paused, realizing he still needed to shout in order to be heard above the racket Yanvir was continuing to make. "I came to ask you about a quest! That's it!"

Maq was starting to have second thoughts about this. This guy Yanvir... Was he completely right in the head?

Maq smiled crookedly, mostly out of relief. This was a *much* easier state of emotion to deal with. "Great giver of quests, eh? Good to know." He relaxed his stance, arms coming down to his sides. "Really didn't know where else to go. Think you got something for a big oaf like me?"

Payment? Maq looked around the room they were in, trying to think of what this guy might like. At a loss, he finally asked, "Sure thing. Anything in particular you want?"

Okay, now Yanvir had that look in his eyes that Quantel got when staring at the bloom. The "Cool" meter went right back to "Really ******** Creepy". Maq nodded slowly, saying, "Well, yeah... Only fair, isn't it? I get a good quest, you get a good payment."

"Twelve. Celine. Shinies." Maq repeated the request slowly, almost as if he wasn't entirely sure what he had just heard Yanvir said. Rather than admit he had no ******** clue as to what a "Celine shiny" was, Maq nodded. "Sure thing. But what're you going to do with twelve Celine shinies?"

With any luck, Yanvir's explanation would give him a hint.

Damn good clue; Maq was rather glad he thought to ask. Of course, he'd hate to have to leave here, go get these twelve shiny things, and come back to find Yanvir had forgotten him or some s**t... Best make sure the guy would remember Maq, and in a fonder way than "The twit who woke me up."

"Guess I'm just not as smart as you, Yanvir. You are an Ancient, after all," Maq drawled, knowing that flattery was always the best way to be remembered. And it didn't hurt that it was rather true, since Maq imagined any Ancient, no matter how loony, would know more than he did. "I'll get you your shinies, no problem. Celine ones. You want me to go now?"