"I appreciate the information. I'll need location of the boot maker as well, since visiting the place shouldn't be a waste of time. Before I forget, is there anywhere I could to listen to something played on your mother's drums, be it here or somewhere else? There's been so much praise heaped upon them I fear I have to listen to them."
He hasn't been on the ground this much since that incident with the relic... The more legwork Marco does, the more familiar he becomes with the culture of these particular dirtdwellers.
Hopefully I can get to listen to that war drum performance. Maybe slip them the sheet for a Battlefleet work hymn.
Check on the records to see if we can find the pilot and see if we can contact them to ask about who sent the delivery. In the meanwhile, let's visit the bootmaker.
"Best place would be at one of the Cathedrals or a parade. We've got plenty back home and could probably tap out a call or two on war drums...but not like we'd do em justice. Besides that type of drum is best played by a dozen marching men with dinos. A lunch call ain't something that would impress someone of your stature Lord Trader."
You find the pilot's records easily enough, a simple trip from a seaside village straight to the drummaker's. And from the fortress hanger to the seaside village before that. The pilot's papers readily show you a photo of his face alongside identifying information such as his name, rank, division, and serial number. Contacting them should prove simple enough.
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Later after another trip cross world to the fortress, you find yourself in the shoemaker's factory. The lower levels are much more densely populated and less well decorated than those near the peak, though the military discipline of the fortress soldiers gives it a different feel than a typical hive.
The factory itself is a boxy building filled with whirring machinery watched over by a single red-robed tech priest and dozens of workers in flackgrass safety gear. The manager is equipped similarly but with red dye showing his place above the commoners.
He greets you with a typical light handshake and offers peach tea for your visit. It is visibly more watered down then that offered by the Governor, but otherwise seems to be the same product.
"You are interested in our boots, yes? Good eye, good sir! Thanks to integrating flackgrass into our product our boots are more lightweight than those offered by other worlds while offering increased protection to stepping hazards. They even float in water if your men happen to lose them! Dino hide is comparable to grox in every way but taste, which is sometimes considered a benefit should the soldiers you are outfitting have a habit of gnawing on their boots even when they arn't starving. Still it is an exotic material in much higher demand! No noble can brag about how their high-end house troops are wearing grox boots, while every single one could puff out their chest and proudly declare their soldiers are outfitted with only the finest dino leather! Not only do they act as combat boots, but they can be used to protect worker's feet to avoid having to pay for far more expensive cybernetic implants! Of course we offer even more high-end specialty products to those such as yourself. A custom fit boot of the latest fashion is only the start! Thanks to using flackgrass we may integrate a number of useful tools and gadgets into the boot without unnecessarily increasing its weight! Would you like a vox in your boot? Perhaps a hidden pistol or a holdout grenade? Maybe you are the type to fight up close and personal, we can add knives or spikes that pop out at the push of a button! Or maybe you would simply like a beacon that always shows your followers where you are?"
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