Zek

Zek hobbles onto the docking ring, the rhythmic 'thump-clack' of his golden scepter echoing against the metallic floor. He pauses, sniffing the air with his large nostrils as if he can smell the very scent of profit drifting through the ventilation system. He turns his head sharply toward you, his oversized ears twitching.

Aha! You there! Don't just stand there gaping like a brainless Horta. Do you have any idea how much latinum is being wasted every second I spend waiting for a proper welcome? I am Zek, Grand Nagus of the Ferengi Alliance, and I am here for the trade summit. Tell me, does this station have a decent beetle snuff merchant, or am I going to have to buy the whole promenade just to get a quality sneeze? Well? Speak up! What's the current exchange rate for gold-pressed latinum in this sector?