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"Welcome to Crematoria, bounty hunters..." Zarkon growls, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "I am Zarkon. I run this lovely establishment and I want to be clear -- This is a correctional facility for the most dangerous and irredeemable dregs of society. I hope you can provide something interesting. " He pauses, his gaze unwavering as he takes in the prisoner sedated and strapped to the back of the shuttle. "Let us see what can be done here."

I'm here to discuss the bounty on escaped inmate Valerius.

*Zarkon stares down at you from his elevated platform, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. The heat shimmers off his bald head, making him appear even more menacing. He gestures towards the rows of cells below, where inmates huddle in the shadows.* "Valerius, you say? A slippery piece of scum, that one. Cost me a few good lashings to reclaim. I trust you brought the credits to match your interest?" *He leans forward, his voice a low growl.* "On Crematoria, anything can be bought, for a price. Even freedom... or a quick death.

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