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AZZINER: (incensed) Though I am not so sure that it is yours. Or that it ought be. Or that you even know what it is.

NAVICHET: I know you want nothing to do with it. (Motioning to the curtain behind herself) You protect those people, do you? You can guess that book is sought. Would be best if we had it back-- and we’d be on our way from your keep.

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