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Listening to those around her discuss her writing, Radianta lowered her tomato-red face towards the floor, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Quietly and barely audibly thanking her senior colleagues for the time they devoted to her work, she awkwardly accepts the award and, ashamed, retreats. Only the appearance of a recent acquaintance helped her to regain her composure.
- H-h... Hello, K-Kearak. Y-yes, it would be g-good... Just... I need to get some lockpicks. Y-you remember, right?