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The Okotoran behind the desk, still collecting himself, looked at Kyrlahni with a slight bit of shock. "Um, yes... He's in the backroom. Nearly broke that guy's wrist who just bolted out of here. This is going to take forever to clean up..."
After a long and drawn out sigh which seemed to describe the agony of tiny physical labor, he snapped back into focus. "I normally wouldn't allow people into the storeroom, but this room is in no condition for a discussion. But please don't take anything, supplies are limited."
He stepped out of the way, gesturing for her to go around the desk and enter the door.