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– So, he definitely escaped? Oh, that friendly anarchist neighbor of ours. It would be interesting to learn more about him, but I must say, Bea, I think I want to handle the recruitment myself from now on, – Erephir briskly walked around the hall and the adjacent area, including the adjoining exterior, looking for interior items that stood out even slightly from the overall picture: new poufs, cleaning supplies unexpectedly left by Astellia, curtains hanging almost vertically, even peering inside the grandfather clock. If she finds something, she gently and lovingly (without irony) taps it with her boot, and if not, she simply locks the gate, the door (in such a way that an invisible person cannot pass), and nods to everyone.