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"Don' offen get guests down 'ere, do we lads?" The men standing around the speaker laugh, somewhat menacingly. "Now don' yer be worrying there! T'lads don' mean anything by it. It's just' their way. I'll show yer aroun'. "Firs' things firs'. Me name's not 'Dux Famulorum', no matter wha' thems upstairs migh' say. Me name's Davis, an' if yer know wha's good for yer, you'll use tha' name. "Now, wha' was it yer wanted t'see down 'ere?"
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