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- Good day, Erefir. - Ogma hands the redhead fruit juice for 12 rem. - How are things?
-- And to you, noble Ogma. And to you, sir, -- she saluted the nobleman. -- Time has regained its rapid pace; you participate in the races no worse than a wild beast, and it's quite pleasant to be in the role of the chaser, but it doesn't always work out, -- her tone made it clear that this was not a complaint.
-- Well, what's happening in your life? How's business?