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Sive's smile widened as she watched Markul change to the exact likeness of the person from downstairs. "I don't see how you can be interested in my ability when you have such an extraordinary talent of your own," she said with admiration before walking daintily into the room.
"This will go faster if you remain quiet," she warned Markul, then glanced around the room. She sat herself down against the wall near a hole nibbled into it. Slowly her eyes began to glaze over, and her ear tipped towards the hole. Her lips moved as if she was saying something, but Markul could not hear anything.
Not long after, her gaze cleared and she shook her head. "Wrong room," Sive told her companion sheepishly. "The white-hooded one stayed in here, the one you currently resemble."
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