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After Ashur finished his lengthy crafting session, Pyzhma approached him and cautiously started a conversation.
— Master, are you alright? — she asked. — Forgive me if I'm being intrusive, but it seemed like you weren't quite yourself when you left the Temple. — "You even completely forgot about my presence," she added quietly. — Did something happen during the meeting?