"Botheration, heh, hah, I'mma going to have to keep that one with me. Hmmm? Tuck's been tellin' folks my business, has he?" Horngan puffs his chest up a bit and tries to give the harengon lad a glare, but it's hard when your eyes won't line up quite right. After a moment, he deflates a bit. "Ah that's fine, that's fine... Uh? What? You lot want to go see for yourselves? Coin?!" He seems a bit surprised by the questions and business proposals. He waves ah and a bit as if asking them to slow down. With the flurry of two questions. it's a lot.<br/><br/>"Hold up hold up, ehn. Uhm. Well they were pretty big." He holds his hands out rather far apart. Say, tucker-size, given that Horngann is larger than all of you by a fair bit.  he glances at Belni.. .and his a hands move several inches further apart. "Dunno if that's normal for lobsters, I try to not go swimming. Coulda been bugs? I dunno, they had pinchers, or claspers, them big...  Uh..." He makes crab-hands, wobbles, and has to grab the back of Koch's chair. "You know what?<em>y'knowwhat</em>... Hmmm, what was I... Oh! Lissen here." He crouches down to their height or so, speaking in a rumbling whisper laced with enough alcohol to give a contact buzz. "You lot go down there to clear the critters out, so I can do<em>my</em>job,<em>hup</em>, I'll pass... eighty percent of whatever the guild puts in my hands fer it to ya, and give you a good word with the headman, huh? I gotta warn ya, it ain't gonna be a shower o' gold to kill some fuckin' basement bugs 'r' whatever, but coin is coin, innit?"