| 1 | qst200503_msg032 | 84 | Hey, you. You're a Driver, ain'tcha? |
| 2 | qst200503_msg033 | 84 | Me? Yeah...? |
| 3 | qst200503_msg034 | 84 | So you are! Ah, what a stroke of luck! |
| 4 | qst200503_msg035 | 84 | I was just looking for someone to
pick up a few bits 'n' bobs for me. |
| 5 | qst200503_msg001 | 84 | Bits and bobs...? |
| 6 | qst200503_msg002 | 84 | That's right. It was, oh, about a year
ago now. My ship ran aground, and
did I feel like a fool. |
| 7 | qst200503_msg003 | 84 | She was a good 'un, but I had to
abandon her, along with all the
cargo she was carrying. |
| 8 | qst200503_msg004 | 84 | What sort of cargo are we talking here? |
| 9 | qst200503_msg005 | 84 | ...Paintings. |
| 10 | qst200503_msg006 | 84 | Oh? |
| 11 | qst200503_msg007 | 84 | That's what I was hoping you could
pick up: my very own works of art. |
| 12 | qst200503_msg012 | 84 | So you're an artist? |
| 13 | qst200503_msg013 | 84 | Not by trade, no. |
| 14 | qst200503_msg014 | 84 | But I dabble, and it is a passion
of mine, I can't deny. |
| 15 | qst200503_msg015 | 84 | I'm not the best of artists, not by a
long shot, but I still poured my heart
and soul into those paintings. |
| 16 | qst200503_msg036 | 84 | I'd almost given up on them, to tell
you the truth. But it's been a year now
and I'm still dwelling on this... |
| 17 | qst200503_msg037 | 84 | Whadda you say? Could you help
me out here? |
| 18 | qst200503_msg016 | 84 | I can see that the paintings are very
important to you... |
| 19 | qst200503_msg017 | 84 | All right. We'll get them back for
you, I promise. |
| 20 | qst200503_msg018 | 84 | Really?! Oh, that's fantastic! |
| 21 | qst200503_msg019 | 84 | So where's this ship of yours that
ran aground? |
| 22 | qst200503_msg020 | 84 | Ah, hmm. About that... |
| 23 | qst200503_msg021 | 84 | Something wrong? |
| 24 | qst200503_msg022 | 84 | Well, it was my ship, but I wasn't
exactly in command. I'd always left
the navigation down to the captain. |
| 25 | qst200503_msg038 | 84 | And when it ran aground, I wasn't
actually on board... |
| 26 | qst200503_msg039 | 84 | So, I'm afraid I can't tell you its exact
co-ordinates... |
| 27 | qst200503_msg023 | 84 | Oh, come on! |
| 28 | qst200503_msg024 | 84 | All right, it might take some looking
around, then. |
| 29 | qst200503_msg025 | 84 | I imagine it will, yeah...
I wonder where it got to. |
| 30 | qst200503_msg026 | 84 | Hmm. Were you acquainted with any
of the crew? |
| 31 | qst200503_msg027 | 84 | Oh, of course! One of them's bound
to know something, eh? |
| 32 | qst200503_msg028 | 84 | So could you tell us a bit about your
old crew, Alban? |
| 33 | qst200503_msg029 | 84 | Righto. I count three in town right now.
They shouldn't be hard to track down. |
| 34 | qst200503_msg030 | 84 | Their names are Bennett, Gamri,
and Rhidluk. |
| 35 | qst200503_msg042 | 84 | Thanks again, and good luck! |
| 36 | qst200503_msg031 | 84 | No problem. We'll take care of this,
Gorg's your uncle! |