@Thunderhead:
Hatcher greats you in a friendly but business-like manner and scratches his braided beard and thinks a little about your request before responding. When he talks his tattooed face creases and gives him the wizened look of someone well beyond his years.
"I would love to help out a client who's short on cred, but researching a spell is a pretty time consuming endeavor. I'll tell you what... I'm constructing a spell focus right now that just needs one last reagent and I'm fresh out. Now this stuff is hard to come by on the market and your best bet is going out and getting it yourself. I was going to go this weekend out to the woodlands out east, but if you could save me the dangers and the hassles of the trip.....I'll try and get that spell you're looking for up and running. The stuff I need is called Beixaflor. It's a flower from an awakened plant. It grows very sporadically out east in the wilderness if a mana pool forms for long enough. If you can get it to me in usable condition, we'll call it a fair trade."
@Firewall:
The Amerindian looking dwarf stops chuckling altogether.
"It ain't cuz you look like a cop Mr. Elf....it's cuz if you're planning on moving what I need moved, you're gonna need a few helpers. From the way you walked in that door, it don't look like you got a posse to back you up yet.....and from the way you're scoping out the 'ware in this garage you're probably someone who covers matrix and tech support. You're gonna need muscle, mojo and then someone who knows routes. But don't sweat it Mr. Elf, I ain't tellin' ya t'get lost."
He stands up and puts his tools down, walks over to a desk and opens up a paper note-book. ....this guy really does seem old school.
"I'll tell you what....If I can't find a full team that already works well together, then I'll give you a ring and we'll see if we can't fit you in somewhere. So just so you know what you're getting into. I need this package moved across the border into NAN territory. The first part should be a piece of cake and that is driving close to the border. The other half is the real hastle....you're gonna have to foot it a few miles over the border in the goddamn woods until you reach the pickup zone. You up for that?"
@Brick:
Zach's running late....that ain't typical for the ork....