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<span class="mu-i">Lamia watches the operative roll their shoulders, check the room and then look up at the sudden cracks in the ceiling. With a languid pace - but somehow far too quick - (s)he? strides towards the door and opens it.
A pair of remarkably green eyes peer out from a face otherwise so wrapped in bandages and cloth that discerning identity becomes impossible.
A pair of green eyes and a faint trace of citrus fruit.</span>
<span class="mu-g">Oh.
Hi.
Fine timing, stranger. You see the safe behind me? It is bound in Silver, and so, by Accord, I cannot touch it.
Open it for me. I'll pay you the contents of this room, but the papers I seek, and the answer to Three Questions besides.
Do we have a deal?</span>
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(Ink would note this intruder is unrelated to any business whatsoever of ours. A mere display of cosmic happenstance. What should we do?)
