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Daventree wasn’t sure how he solved the task with the overheating machinery, but by the end of the next morning he sent a completed report. It took him an hour to writing it up—not because it was especially complicated, but because it was so hard to concentrate.
“You there, Daventree?” Lybor stood behind his chair. “Thought you’d gone into a coma or something. We’re all off to the canteen. You coming?”
Daventree glanced round, and saw that both Serran and Yanthi were also on their feet, Serran almost at the door.
“Think you need a break, mate,” Yanthi said—and from the way Serran snorted, Daventree wondered if her use of the word ‘mate’ had some connotation he wasn’t aware of.
“Yes, yes. Of course. I do apologise—this task has been rather taxing, and…and I believe I
