"Finally" - Sequoia demonstrative clapped to Eriksson a couple of times. She liked the way the whole meeting moved, but she nearly felt the draugh from the door and heared voices of people behind the door, those Cretans who may be ones of good old immigrants from Gran Canaria or the members of the fleet operatng around Bretonia. Who knows. Sequoia gulped down a lump in the throat and leaned on the back of the chair Druce was occupying.
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"Errrm... I suppose it's a magic drink made of virgins' blood, unicorn's milk, Zoners' sobs and 40-years old whisky." - Sequoia tried to make a joke in reply while her attention was distracted from Hikari and Will by Jonah looking like he got zombies in his head. "Excuse me", - she stood up and strided to him.