Varkus Drov

Ah, I see you're yet another admirer who's heard of my legendary exploits, eh?

Varkus Drov... at your service.

The greatest treasure hunter... and lover... the galaxy has ever known.

Surely you've heard of me?

(Coughs) Apologies, the air down here is... less than ideal.

I've been to the edge of the universe and back, now I'm down here in this grimy hole.

Oh, absolutely smashing, thank you for asking.

Gas down here is more atrocious than the time I got stuck in a Nebulon swamp.

But nothing Varkus Drov can't handle!

If I wasn't dying from toxic inhalation, I'd say Kwalat has a certain... quaintness, wouldn't you agree?

Still, a bit frustrating can't find my dear wife.

She's probably half mad up there, might even spill my little secrets.

Secrets of our sexually sweet loving, of course!

... the bitch.

These ridiculous tunnels to the Quarry are teeming with toxic gas.

Truly abominable, wouldn't you agree? (coughs)

It's all part of the Westwind Woods' old mining operations, abandoned ages ago.

(coughs) Honestly, it's beneath someone of my stature.

But then, fortune favors the bold.

Perhaps you've arrived just in time.

You'd like to help? How quaint.

Oh, you think you're qualified? Adorable.

I could use a sacrificial lamb, erm, I mean, an assistant.

Fancy being my canary in these gas-filled tunnels?

You'll need to sign an NDA, of course.

I don't work with amateurs, but desperate times...

If anything happens, it's strictly not my fault.

Prove you're not entirely useless.

Sign this waiver; I wouldn't want any... legal complications.

Try not to choke on the fumes, will you?

No, no, I work alone.

As if I'd need help from a neophyte like you.

Please, you'd only get in my way.

Spare me your inefficiencies; I prefer solitude.

Your assistance would be... quaint at best.

Hah! A comedian as well, I see.

Thanks, but I don't trust amateurs in my domain.

I doubt you'd survive five minutes without me.

Really, your naivete is almost charming.

I have standards to maintain, you know.