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[The blue mage is stood within a strange place, with ornately carved walls with multiple floors and hundreds and hundreds of brightly-coloured stalls built unto them. The surroundings are somewhat desolate and devoid of life, apart from a few rather strange characters which are much shorter than he, almost identical to any Burmecian, save their height. And they're swarming.]

It appears that--
Pyopyo-pyorooon!
Yooo bloooo mage! Imoooooortal! Nose of Pyopyoroon can tell!

--My apologies, this is Nas--

Brrr. Brrr.
Pyopyoroon make yooo triiiiinket tooooo prootect! vial of spectral scent!
Yooo not afraid of spooky ghooost!

Nothing in Imoooortal pooockets...!

That is, I mean to say...

Pyopyoroon is master perfoom maker! Make smelly smell into sweeet smell!
Yooo take! for Imperial bronzepieeeeeece!

[Yes, that's the qujirn fishing into his pocket. Imperial currency is yoinked, well and truly.]

...Urgh..
These are the qujirn. They are--
Ooold smell is hard smell to make. But ghooost will smell, maybe cry? Yooo go west! Many rooocks, many stooones! Yooo find ghooost! Yooo save us from evil ghoooost!

....

[The sound of more qujirn is rather apparent. They're swarming.]

Yoooooooooou! bloooooo mage!
Imoooooortal!
Kakkaroon love ghooosts.
Maybe yooo are ghooost!
Immoooooortal are no ghooost!
Yooo take this!

[The transmission ends.]