Brantlee Spondoon says, "You'd like to see the Diktat? You and a lot of others. I'm his aide. I don't suppose you brought me something? Some nice little gift? No? Well then, you might want to do me a favor. Another person much like yourself also wants to see the Diktat. He's called to say he has a nice little gift ready for me. Would you care to bring it here?"

You respond.

Brantlee Spondoon says, "That's nice of you. Let's see, this gift is coming from a merchant, a Devaronian named Midgoss D'la -- Dalla -- my, I can hardly pronounce this.
It doesn't matter. I don't know what he's giving, so please hurry when you bring it back."

Midgoss D'labaninaph is protected by two carrion spats.

Midgoss D'labaninaph says, "Friend! Truly I am in the bad spot, so shortly after I did arrive here on Corellia. Most egregiously was I sucked dry of credits by the dirty fink confidence artist Zoda Burb. Via you, I am giving to the Diktat's human aide, Brantlee Somebody, this specimen model thing of my finest wares! I am hoping she will be letting me see the Diktat, so he can be locating and arresting the lousy crook Zoda Burb! Go! Yes!"

He gives you a Devaronian fur glosser to deliver.

Brantlee Spondoon says, "Ooh, what did he send me? It's a -- umm. A Devaronian fur glosser. Well. That was remarkably thoughtless. All right, thanks for nothing. I'm afraid the Diktat is still busy, goodbye."