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*Hal finishes a pastry and tugs on his fighting gauntlets. He goes down to the main ramp and walks in on the three women.*
Hal: *Looks at Tanara.* Well, It's been a while. Maybe the woman could give a better account of herself if she didn't have a sword pointed at her throat, Svafa.
Fly Fast,
Shoot Straight,
Live Long!
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