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The administration of Faris turned out to be a luxurious estate, almost a mini-palace; one of the nameless servants, whose name is not worth mentioning, led the guy to the "office" of the protector, Faris, which turned out to be a richly decorated room. It seemed to be designed for both work and relaxation.

It was difficult to determine from the woman lying on the large bed who she was: a dark Lunarian? a light Lunarian, but tanned from living in Asuguh? Or perhaps just an Asuguh woman with pointed ears?
- What's your name? - she asked the guest without much interest in her voice.