[Shampoo McGrath]

Mr. McGrath's eyes widened as the rodenti mentioned he'd travelled not only to the edge of the Empire, but beyond as well. And here he was thinking he'd be the only one with grand tales of alien cultures and their insane rituals. "Lightning strike me, you little ball of fur," this time the words were almost friendly, "if you're telling me you've been to that ghastly place out in the West too. Did Khalid take you there as well? Great fellow that, knows his kebab like no other." He shook his head as memories returned.

Suddenly realising that he'd interrupted the conversation that was about to sprout between the mosat (which the fellow probably was) and the girl (whom he hadn't quite figured out yet save for the part about her terrible youth), Mr. McGrath fell silent. He'd have to ask the rodenti at a later point whether he'd ventured as far as the trilands. Perhaps he'd even witnessed the heads of the Sand Pirates roll down the Great Ziqqurrat that one crazy brightening in that insanely warm and sandy place. Acumin would be great compared to that hell hole.

Not saying anything just yet, Shampoo looked rather droll just standing and watching - his gaze going from one to the other.