Mayor Gramm Rile, "Blast that Talmont! Blast all them imperials, I tell you! Prefect Talmont has decided its not a worth while expenditure of Imperial resources and he won't build a garrison out here. Without their help, we're doomed. Unless, it wont hurt to talk to him, I guess. Could you go send a message for me then bring back the response?"

You say, "What kind of message"

Mayor Gramm Rile, "Well, if we can't get protection from Imperials, we have to look elsewhere. Jabba has offered his protection in the past but he hasnt given a price for it. Maybe I can convince him that we dont have much to pay with, but we need his help. I sure do hope he understands our plight and actually has a heart in there somewhere."

You say, "Yes."

Mayor Gramm Rile says, "Okay, look. I need you to run out to this location and speak to one of Jabba's business associates. He'll accompany you back here to make sure its not a trap, so you get him here without a hair harmed on him, okay? I'll wait here until you bring him back."

You say, "Ok."

Bussinessman says, "You must be the one who's looking for Jabba's help, hm? Now lead me to this backwater settlement, and dont make any false moves, got it? If I get hurt, Jabba won't be too happy, understand?"

Mayor Gramm Rile says, "Well, I thank you, friend. I 'am now going to have a sit down with this guy and see if I can convince him to help without asking too much. *sigh* If we weren't so desperate, I'd never consider this. But you gotta understand, I have to do what I can to keep my people safe. Surely you see that."