<span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Lua let out an observant hum, thinking to herself aloud.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"The thing is about that though,"</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">she began to observe audibly,</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"is that when we get to Alurion, people <i>might </i>recognize that that's a slave collar and easily pick you out that the Empire might be looking for you. --I-I'll make you a deal though. When we get there, I'll give you a cloak to obscure your Imp slave garb. We'll get you some proper wear, and while we're there I'll get you any choker or piece of neck-wear that you want to replace that. Whaddhya say?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">The console let out a high-pitched beep.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6"> "And you've got to make your choice quick. We're almost to Alurion."</span></span>