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"Ah, there's a table to be hid under? Excellent!" Mnemo joined the group of refugees.
"Okay, that's obviously Nog in the yellow boots; Gwath's the westerner, and you're... Footie, right?" She flashed a somewhat nervous grin. "I'm all for stopping the great Uncloaking Threat, but considering that last time something went wrong I lost my eyesight... well... Unfortunately I just don't think I have the capacity to do anything."
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