“Huh?” The guy looks you up and down before sighing. “Oui'na muugehk vun y tysh lnocdym, ynah'd oui? Oui ghuf fryd, oui'na ymnayto rana. Sekrd yc famm jumihdaan oui du ramb! E's denat uv baubma dnacbyccehk eh rana uhmo du dinh ynuiht yc cuuh yc drao caa drec bmyla. E'ja ryt ed! Oui'na kuehk du ramb ic!”

You have no idea what he just said, but he’s nodding and pointing down at the other man. “Go see Neggi. He’ll help you out. Just don’t touch the yellow motor, okay? The green one is the one you want.” He claps you on the arm and leaves.

You carefully walk down the seating area to find Neggi with half of his body stuck through an open grate in the flooring. He looks up at you when you approach. “Ah! Dra amiceja tamejano vehymmo ynnejac!” He holds his hand out. “Did Pitto say green, purple, or yellow?”

> “Green.”
> “Purple.”
> “Yellow.”
> “I have no idea what anyone’s saying.”