[Nexindor]
A Ylian with a tuft of fiery red hair and bitter, twisted face impatiently walks over from the picnic table and stares at Eyickos with contempt. Clearly irritated, he shouts at Eyickos while pointing towards a dermorian woman at the table, "Hey, shut your frickin trap! I'm trying to talk to the lady over here." He shakes his head and walks back to the woman that he was speaking with. On the way towards her he mumbles something about the Hydlaa Guards being overpaid and under worked. He looks back at Eyickos points at him and then whispers something to the woman, looking back at Eyickos from time to time with a suspicious expression. The woman looks at Eyickos with a puzzeled look, shakes her head as if to say no, and then whispers something to Nexindor again. The two argue for a few minutes before the woman nods in agreement and looks once more at Eyickos. She then pretends not to notice him.