The van rolls into the Trade Ward. You follow the Nav unit as it tells you to turn right and left in a jovial, but robotic, manner. You find yourself in front of a small hole-in-the-wall shop with an aged sign over it. Still using outdated fluorescent lights. They audibly hum as you approach the store and enter.
It's mid-day outside but the store is still out of the light so it seems fairly dim. You find a Lizard Man standing behind the counter. He has a few opened data-pads around him he is fixing. As the door closes behind you it bumps a bell that jingles. The sound seems overly loud in this quiet little store.
The Lizard Man looks up at you, a monocle lense in one eye makes it seem much larger than it is. Even in this dimly lit store you see the Lizard Man has a puckered and white scar that runs from up above his eye, all the way down and around his jaw, cutting a jagged trail all the way along. Part of his upper and lower lip are split where the scar runs across his snout. His dark grey scales make the scar all the more prominent.
Welcome. How may I be of asssssssissstance, he says, almost accentuating the s noises intentionally.