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Mass Effect: Exemplification
Exemplification: 1) be an example of something, 2) give example of something.
Kadara Port (Present)
Jaal hated Kadara. It smelled like piss and shit. And the energy here was foul and sickly. His skin crawled with the wrongness of the port. Yet, he found himself here again. It wasn't as bad as the first visit, or even the second, but it still was unpleasant. They meaning Ryder and the rest of the Tempest crew were looking into some murders that had happened within the human outpost of Ditaeon well, at least Liam, Cora, Ryder, and Reyes were working with Christmas Tate to figure out what was happening. Jaal was curious about the situation, but wasn't overly surprised to learn of the infractions against the humans.
Kadara was and would always be a cesspool for even his people. He had made a point of contacting Keema, the "angara" leader of Kadara Port to see what information she could have on the murders. He suspected foul play, but when Keema had invited him to visit her he hadn't anticipated the news.
"Kaetus escaped?" He asked truly puzzled at how the turian had managed it.
"Yes," Keema growled, lowering her cigar.
"How?"
"Apparently, he was fairly well liked among Sloane's people," Keema answered.
"I thought the…you wanted him executed once you had the information you needed out of him?" He had almost slipped up. Damn, these falsehoods. He hated pretense. He understood the necesscity of it, but in this case it was pointless that Keema play pretend. She wasn't in charge of Kadara as much as she thought she might be. It seemed the logical and unethical choice. Jaal didn't like overanalyzing the situation, but it was the outlaw way it seemed.
"Yes, well, he escaped before we had the opportunity," Keema shook her head. "Personally, I think the Charlatan grew too soft," She lowered her voice on the last part, letting it be a secret between the two of them. "Ever since the Pathfinder came here he's…changed." Her eyes flickered with knowing.
Jaal nodded slowly. He understood her meaning. Ryder hadn't changed at least not in the way he noticed. She was still straightforward, honest, and sincere. But she did have a strange effect on the people around. She didn't realize how much they watched her. Or maybe she did. It was hard to tell. People didn't gravitate toward her, no, instead they watched her, waiting see what would happen around her. She didn't cause trouble. It just managed to find her.
"I don't see how this information is important," Jaal stated after a moment. He weighed the words carefully turning them over in his mind.
"It could be the root of all the Pathfinder's human outpost problems," Keema replied sweetly.
"Doesn't Reyes know about it?" Jaal asked.
Keema shrugged. "Of course he does." She leaned forward slightly, catching Jaal's eyes. "The bigger question is: Will he tell her?"