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SPONDULE: Probably beset out here by all sorts of raiders, and... what have you.

C: We are not particularly beset right now, no.

SPONDULE: (momentarily at a loss, and then with extreme anger) I-- DEMAND--

R: (from above) Silence. (Spondule and Navichet look up in surprise) What respect thinkest thou a markèd Gleaner can command in this place?

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