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Dorian coughed, settling into his seat. The mere scent of this unhuman woman made him feel uneasy. But business is business, and gold, no matter whose pocket it comes from, smells the same.
- What are our plans?
-Plans, you say? I've just finished reviewing the proposed contracts. -Sarnissa said in a voice devoid of any emotion, briefly summarizing the contents of the letters to Dorian.

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