[The place isn't nearly so nice as his last one; it's half-skeletal and only a little more than a simple lean-to at present, with the most finished space being reserved for Martin's use. Koltira's sitting on the ground; he reaches one arm up to open the rough-hewn door. Everything of the place has been cobbled together from bits and pieces of old Exsilium.]
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I am sorry. I don't have much to offer you.