Nar Shaddaa

Zeno's first stop is to the palace of Nem'ro. He figured there was no point in delaying it and it was just as easy to get to as Nar Shaddaa. Entering the palace and making his way to the throne room, the Sith greeted security with a nod and requested audience with Suudaa Nem'ro. Zash said she had communicated the purpose of his visit and so here he was.

The Majordomo, a particularly tired looking female green twi'lek in her golden years frowns and says in Huttese, "Nem'ro is indisposed."

"He is to not be disturbed unless it is worth his while," she adds with a slight curving of her lips.

"Really? Gonna pull that line on me? I'm not some nubile petitioner that doesn't understand the proper way to greet a hutt and your foolishness has just decreased the size of the gift I was going to grant him by half. Please, go an let Nem'ro know that you are out here costing him money and wasting his petitioners' time. If you fail to do so and anger me further then I'll be sure he needs a new majordomo, because the current one clearly doesn't know how to do her job. I'd be more than happy to buy him a new slave in addition to the gift if you keep this shit up."

Zeno looks at her, apparently not impressed with her stupidity.

She seems unimpressed as six thugs perk up from around the chamber. She says, “That might work back on whatever hole you call home but I don’t disturb Nem’ro unless it’s worth his while. Which means it needs to be worth my while.”

"A gift of 250 credits to magnanimous Nem'ro, for the honor of the chance to visit with him. My master had spoken to him previously about a business arrangement that would have no doubt favored him," Zeno says out loud now that he has the thugs' attention. "The gift would have been 500 credits. And it still might be if you beg both mine and Nem'ro's forgiveness for your impertinence."

He then speaks in a quieter tone to her. "And how long will it take for the loose lips of his guards to allow such a failure to reach him. I'm sure next time I petition it will be to a different majordomo who knows how to serve her master better without insulting his petitioners and potential business partners."

She chuckles and says, “I have been playing this game a long time, give me the gift and you can have some of his time,” she says calmly.

“They know who pays their purse and it ain’t you.”

Zeno pulls out his datapad to transfer the 250 credits.

"Correct, it isn't me, it's Nem'ro."

“Of course it is,” she gestures and they open the door and Nem’ro is watching one of his girls dance as he smokes something. His eyes are dull as he focuses on the Sith.

Nem’ro says in Huttese, “Ahh you must be the one Darth Zash said would come, good… good.” His girth rolls with his laughter as he puffs more smoke.

"Greetings great Nem'ro. It's a pleasure to meet you," he says as he approaches, ending with a short bow. "It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance and I look forward to doing business with you. I hope that we can both find it fruitful."

He puffs more smoke and breathes in deep before saying, “I am sure we will be good friends.”

He chuckles, his body rippling and then adds, “Good friends help each other, yes?”

"They do. I look forward to seeing how we can be of help to each other. Presumably Darth Zash and those working for you have informed you of my skill set so that you know of how best I can be of assistance," he replies with a nod.

Nem’ro nods and says, “I have been informed, especially after the last two mercs I sent have never returned.”

He grows angry and says, “Looking weak looks bad for business, you understand. If you can succeed where they have failed then Zash can have what she wants. Everyone is happy.”

"The Sith understand the danger inhherent in appearing weak. To do so would be bad for both of us.". He nods in concurrence.

Nem’ro says with a smile, “Good.”

The Majordomo speaks, “Mighty Nem’ro knew you would understand, now he controls this region but there are folks who disagree foolishly with his claims. Their leader calls himself Heart-Eater, says he only subsists on the hearts of Hutts he has killed. Track him down and kill him.”

“Return the head here,” the old twi’lek says.

"What is known about this heart-eater?"

“She’s an evocii one of the natives, she is a warrior by all accounts and very fierce. Nem’ro sent a Mandalorian after her, he never came back. Perhaps you can succeed where they failed? We believe they are in the Black Mire about forty klicks north of here. Nothing but swamp and vermin, there used to be an old factory in the area but was abandoned,” the Majordomo replies calmly.

"Send the coordinates of the factory. I'll see it done and return with her head mighty Nem'ro," he replies with a nod. "For now, I will go take a moment to relax after the distressingly condescending conversation with your majordomo. It is unfortunate all your people do not share the respect for business partners that we do." The Sith Lord bows to the Hutt, and awaits the man's dismissal.

Nem'ro nods and waves for Zeno to leave. The Majordomo frowns but she turns to her lord and waits for his words as Zeno leaves.

Zeno rises from his bow and makes his exit from the throne room of Nem'ro. He makes his way back towards Jiguna spaceport so that he can get back to Nar Shadda in time for the briefing and banquet.

Taking time to relax during the ride back does nothing for him.

D1 LM, Cool, Recovering strain after meeting Nem'ro: 1eA+1eP 0 successes, 2 advantage