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Reverently folding his hands, Dervos lowers his head and silently prays for a while for the eternal reign of their great mother, which defines and protects the established world order.
Having paid all the necessary respects, he returns to the world of the living and opens his angry eyes, glaring with indignation at the section of the pavement that just a few minutes ago was defiled by the presence of an indistinct mass of biomaterial of uncertain origin, gender, and sex. Angrily twisting his lips into a grimace and clenching the hilt of his sword, he resolutely looks around for the nearest civilian witnesses – in order to approach them for a serious conversation.