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Guys, you don't quite understand the essence of Lord Eerkraftain. Reven might have prepared something similar, so expect a trick from him, but I think such a connection is unlikely. Still, just in case, Medji, don't relax. It's a bad, evil name.
Loken looked around, breathed on the lenses of his glasses, and wiped them with a cloth. Carefully putting the cloth in his pants pocket, he put on his glasses, regaining clear vision, and pondered. Looking out the window, smoothing his chestnut hair with his palm, and rummaging in the pocket of his short-sleeved shirt, he resolutely headed towards Mr. Eerkraftain's office to ask the founder the question that was bothering him.
Why are there no service personnel or other guests?