Right then, lets watch this all go horribly wrong...
Hal gets up takes his cigar out of his mouth in his left hand and offers his right to Keane to shake. When he talks, its in that slightly too fast, full of run on sentences style that you tend to get from blokes in the markets.
Hal wrote:That you might, that you might. My names Hal Mammon, you can call me Hal, most everyone does, this giant lump next to me is Eraser, don't mind him, if he had two brain cells to rub together he wouldn't know what to do with em, so you can talk freely in front of him. As you are no doubt aware I am a SLA operative, but don't let that worry you none. Whilst I am in the area on, as it were, official business, my coming in here to see you is not exactly pucka, on the record activity. See, there's a currently ongoing investigation hereabouts into the selling of certain items of dubious legality, specifically related to reports of men in suits making deals with the local Jo's, and I know that you fellas have had dealin's with the Jo's of one sort or another, so I figure you might know something about it, or even be the guys with the goods, and that investigation might be of some interest to you. Now, currently, all we have on this investigation is rumour and conjecture, what we don't have are any hard facts or proof, but that's just a matter of time when the assigned Ops team get here. Seems to me like a more lucrative venture could be constructed; you need to sell your stuff, I know people who would want to buy, and I'm talking bulk orders, not the dribbles and odds and sods that you can push on to little nothing local gangs. I figure we hook up supply with demand, I make this investigation go away through "lack of evidence", you get good solid regular orders, I get a reasonable skim of the profits for my considerable personal risk and effort. Course, before anything like that could 'appen, I would need to put eyeball to merchandise, as for all I know the reason the investigation hasn't found any evidence is cos their *is* nothing interesting going down. So, you show me something to whet my appetite, answer a couple questions on your set-up, and we will see where things lead.
Awight?
Hal sticks the cigar back in his mouth, and looks expectant.
Also, a roll to make that wall of text sound more convincing than it otherwise might:
Diplomacy:Roll(2d10)+7:
6,1,+7
Total:14
It is diplomacy, right?