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— Hello, thank you for the kind words. You are right, — the Tanarian woman smiled broadly, — I am Alaria Doran, nice to meet you. And thank you for the kind words; I tried my best to ensure everything is of the highest quality. I hope the patients will like it too.
— They will like it; what choice do they have? After all, the pleasure of eating is an important factor in healing. The main thing is that it is prepared correctly and that sanitary standards are observed; otherwise, we will have to treat them for gastrointestinal problems as well, but I think everything is fine with that. — The nurse began to load the dishes onto the cart. — How long have you been working in the kitchen?
On the way to the Ornament, Beata and Gion are stopped by a stranger.
— Hey, — he says to Gion, — you have a nice uniform; what do you do for a living?
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— Perhaps you are right. However, you are a private individual, not a society... It seems to me that, despite the nobility of the members of my squad, they would be a little more motivated if it involved some modest reward for their work. I am sure that there will be no question of identifying patients in this case, but from a statistical point of view, information about how mercenaries think is useful. — She smiles.
— If doctors paid their patients for the opportunity to consult them, it would be a very strange world.
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— I wonder how Metarma is feeling in the company of the doctor? Does he look at him with eyes full of another fleeting infatuation? Is he not exploiting her?
Erephir's gaze makes Metarma hide behind the psychiatrist.
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— Is this the only question, or did you want to talk about something else, sir?
— That's all. I will not take up any more of your time.
The psychiatrist and patient leave.
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— They didn't seem bad to me, and they were even quite polite. Especially the second one, which is surprising, given his background, — she pauses for a couple of seconds, remembering what color the second boy was marked with. — I hope their decision to join this operation will not backfire on them... Yes, you know, I just thought of something. In my homeland, no one would ever think of sticking their hand into a donation box, for obvious reasons. Firstly, people are decent; secondly, they do not want to anger the gods; and thirdly, there is mostly small change in it. But here, I somehow don't trust people as much. They have not yet developed the necessary spiritual values to a sufficient extent to avoid making a foolish and sacrilegious mistake. Although I sealed the box from the inside with talismans, I still feel that something more reliable would not hurt it. After all, here you can't throw a stone without hitting a superhuman. Maybe some kind of mechanism or something like a bear chest... Or maybe dig it out of the pit, bring it, and convert it? What do you think?
The second student was also gray.
— Anything can happen during this operation, but if they survive, it will be a useful experience and some prestige. We have already promised each other that we will do everything in our power to ensure that the best outcome for everyone awaits us, so let's proceed from the assumption that everything will be fine. As for the chest... Well, that depends on whether your faith and aesthetic preferences allow it. If it's okay, then you can bring it, provided it is still in place, and converting it into a donation box is not a problem, with the caveat that it will open with a key.