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From the inside, the house looked cozier than one might expect, given its location in Lower Clematis and the seemingly unpleasant nature of its owner. The furnishings of the dwelling, if all of this wasn't just a facade, spoke volumes about the owner's character – his love for the country, his dedication to Artherianism, and, most likely, his service in the army. Assuming, of course, that each item of furniture belonged directly to him. — Thank you, — the girl said with a polite smile, accepting her companion's invitation and carefully sitting down on the sofa.
— Gray Lorbas, — the owner of the house finally introduced himself. — And you, it seems, are resolving family matters? What's your name, and what are you famous for?