Remember: everything The Broker says is made up.

*Stepping into the room, your eyes meet that of The Broker’s. His shark-like grin widens as you take a seat across from him, his hands moving to fold on the table. You notice that he’s been muzzled. Likely by Banhammer’s request. He seemed rather eager by your presence.* “A new face, a new face! Good! I was tired of seeing old Hammy,” *he spoke in a sing-song manner, swaying from side to side while his tail flickered in amusement.* “Are ya here to mock me for lookin’ like a dog or are you gonna talk at me like the rest of em’ do?”