| dialog | - Oh? I see. Hmmmm...I have a small task you could help me with. But I'd need someone enterprising enough not to mind a little messy work.
- It is true that the easy, comfortable jobs rarely pay well. Good luck with your affairs, [name].
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- So be it. Perhaps your attitude will soften after wandering aimlessly throughout this demanding world. Come back anytime. Nicu will be here waiting for you.
- Yeah. That's pretty much it. Bring me five vials of the stuff and I'll drum up a suitable reward for ya.
- Oh, perish the thought. I'm clearly envious of your skills. I've wanted to meet a talent like yours for some time now.
- Hardly! Why would I ignore everything I can't touch, burn or weigh? Now that the rise of the Animated has made it blatantly obvious that *anything* is possible in this world. So I'm dusting off old family traditions.
- Oh. Right. The reward. Gotcha. Let's see...here ya go. You earned it, I suppose.
- Folks that've been down there, tell me about Gramsters that postively ooze with a green goo that sounds really similar to some stuff my grandpapa noted in some of his journals. I'm looking for samples of that goo.
- If those 'Gramsters' have the same properties as the Grunnies did...then there is power there and I want to find out more about it.
- This is going to be great! I can only imagine what new things I can make with this goo. Just imagine the customers!
- I'm no longer satisfied to find items of value in one spot to sell them in another. Since travel has become so much more... complicated... recently, I'm dusting off my research skills.
- A reward? Well, it couldn't hurt to talk...
- Fantastic! You got the goo?
- Greetings, oh fragrantly-scented one.
- No thanks. I'm good for now. Another time.
- Oh, no. Not right now.
- Oh, yeah? What's up?
- Splendid, eh? Okay, I'm game. Where do I go?
- Suit yourself. There's a reward, of course...
- That sounds positively disgusting.
- Well, we all have our hobbies.
- What? You're still here?
- Yes. Well, we can't all be Paladins of the Town's nether regions, can we?
- Heh. Hand the vials over and we'll rummage up that reward I promised you.
- Well done bringing me back to the point. There are green hamsters down in the Sewers that seem to possess many properties of the Grunnies that GCorp created, and then lost control of, a few years ago.
- Ah ha! A soul patterned after my own! Let me tell you what I need.
- We all thought so, right? But the Animated showed spontaneous generation to not be the crackpot theory we'd believed. Maybe that means that the other theories of Alchemy were incorrectly discarded, too.
- Yes. My grandpapa, and his family before him, were strong into research on the aethers focusing on two major areas: attempts to create life from nothing and the transmutation of elements.
- Gramster Goo 5/5
The exit ladder has been marked on your PDA Map.
Return to Nicu and give him the vials of goo you've collected.
You climb up the ladder and out into Barton Town.
- Good choice! I'll send a location to your PDA, so use it to find the manhole cover and climb down the ladder there. You're looking for a particularly *gooey* form of Gramster, okay?
- Exactly. Five vials of the stuff, please. Here. Take these rubber gloves. You'll need them.
- Get rid of them? Are you insane? I haven't made this much money in one place since that summer everyone I was selling those monkey's paws for wishes.
- Nope. But hey...go talk to James over by the Bar. He always has something for enterprising individuals to attempt.
- Well done, [name]. This is perfect. There just *has* to be something here. It's too big a coincidence for the Gramsters to not be Animated, but to show up at the same time that the Animated appeared.
- As you may know, I am a purveyor of all things splendid and wondrous. I am a fisherman of the spectacular, casting my net wide across the seas of humanity, sieving for lost treasures.
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