Brantlee Spondoon says, "I'm sorry, the Diktat is still busy. But I do have a little favor I might ask of you. Another citizen who is, like yourself, looking to get the Diktat's attention has very kindly offered me a nice little gift. I wonder if you'd pick up this one for me? That would be such a nice favor -- I'm sure the Diktat would appreciate your kindness."

"What is the gift" you ask.

Brantlee Spondoon says, "I'm told that this citizen has imported a container of Neonian Red Cheese. Have you had it? Oooh, so delicately delicious. I love that stuff. That's a nice way to grab my attention, just for future reference. I wish you'd bring it here. Will you?"

If you accept:

Brantlee Spondoon says, "Oh, that's so nice. You're looking for a Corellian man named Zoda Burb. His application says he's "a small businessman engaged in a variety of projects." Neonian Red Cheese -- mm, mmm! Please hurry!"

Zoda Burb is guarded by two dalyrakes.

Zoda Burb gives you the cheese and says, "That Neonian Red Cheese is quite delicate, you really should be going!"

Brantlee Spondoon says, "Neonian Red Cheese, yum! This is the greatest job. I get presents all day from total strangers. Here's a little present for you, too. Oh, the Diktat? Sorry, he's still busy. But check with me again
soon."