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[Foyer]

Dipsnig examines the form and sweeps his right arm in front of it, a crystal-studded vambrace on it flashing. It seems he scanned it. Then he puts it into his pocket.

"That's about it. You're an official holder of the MERC license. Right about..." A printer on a nearby table produces the license in question. "...now."
[Foyer]

Eyes wide, Oliver says, "Whoa!". While inspecting the license, he says, "Thanks! So, that's all?"