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(Navichet apprehensively watches Spondule, and then turns back to Noc below)

NAVICHET: Hey. Contractor. (Noc has raised himself. His mounts stands nearby) Don’t want to kill you, eh? How much is that cheap regent paying you?

NOC: (frustrated) I don’t abandon my--

NAVICHET: I can offer you several times more.

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