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"You should really try to seem like a living person and not some kind of phantom, my good Durzo," Eryaron's face betrayed no surprise of any kind at his partner's sudden appearance. "Does wonders for your health." Eryaron gave a small, sarcastic chuckle before turning away from Durzo to glare back at their employer. "Well?" he demanded, suddenly sounding irritable. "What are we to expect, and where will we deliver the book?"

"Well, as far as I know, there's no real threat--it's just at bit far off and I can't spare time to try to pursue it myself. As for delivering the book, just meet me at the Imperial Gardens entrance at....er....when will you have the book?"

"I'm estimating we can reach the place and get back in a week and a half or so," Eryaron muttered, taking another look at the small map spread across the desk. "So we will meet you then with the book."