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"It seems they provided an address in the port, but it feels like, after the fire, they turned their new base into an archive. Or did Beate and Guion get so attached that they ran off with their commander during that time? Yeah, it looks like they really need some fresh recruits."
— And good night to you too, Lady Darvening, — based on the name, the Tanarian felt that her interlocutor was an aristocrat, — it's a pleasure to meet you.
The redhead turned out to be quite imposing. A little unsettling. She could easily break Victor's knee, or even handle a ghoul from a lamp. No wonder Naria sent her and Kline into retirement, if she managed to find such capable people.
— As I said, I won't bother you any further; it's best to leave any discussions for the places where they belong. Ugh, Wednesday, crazy Wednesday... And it's like that almost every week, — the redhead shrugged. — By the way, beautiful stockings, the workmanship is exquisite. Well, I'll take my leave now.