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The elf just barely refrained from raising his eyebrows.
"Well then, hello Roland. Do you know just when Rol - I mean...your friend will be home? If not, I can always try again later."
Medaerus fixed the creature with a steady stare, although not unkindly. The ridiculous sample visa was still clutched in the creature's hand. Poor thing. Medaerus searched the depths of the otter's eyes, compelling him to speak the truth.
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