*A shrill buzzing noise issues from a previously unnoticed aperture as the button is depressed, finally resolving itself into static-laden speech with a thick accent de la Troll*
*Zzzzckritch*
Oi, dis 'ting be on?
*unintelligible speech from a second party in high-pitched Goblin*
It bettah be, unless you's plannin' on doin' business with broken fingahs ya thievin' green shortstack. I'm spendin' ma' last coppers buyin' dis here box for da sake o' a good first impression.
*throat clearing noises*
If everyting' goes 'cording ta plan, da Grim'll be acceptin' me a'soon as dey be listenin' ta mah cultured Darkspear self. I may only know o' dem by reputation, but I like's what I'm hearin'.
Our goals, an' our fates, be comin' together soon.
*The box falls silent with a final static hiss, having apparently run out of whatever recording medium it contained mid-conversation*
An oblong iron box with a prominent red button.
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