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(Eyes look through a narrow slot in the gate)

X: Hail. Business?

SPONDULE: Oh-- Gleaners! (Taking his left glove off) Some, uh-- some items for trade.

(Navichet nervously removes her bandana, and eyes the book)

SPONDULE: We got a lot. Arms and whatnot. We don’t cause trouble. (He holds up his left hand, marked with a symbol*) We don’t uh drink. Just want to stay a night or two.

*Not sure --ed

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