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(Spondule’s face momentarily in a state of frantic excitement)

NAVICHET: (from behind him) Spondule.

(Navichet stands in the lodge, holding her box. Spondule leans back to face her, while the other patrons stare)

SPONDULE: HEYyy Navi. Look I might ask to have the room to myself for a--

NAVICHET: Outside. They let the witch-band in the gate. We gotta go.

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