The merchants arrived at the Manor at dawn to little fanfare. To them, this was business as usual. Yes, there was the anticipation of additional riches from the affluent Overlords that would arrive the next day, and the usual excitement that accompanied the prospect of female companionship, as it did at any Manor they visited.

The merchants dutifully set up their tents and their wares alongside the wide road just outside the gates of the Manor.

Only once the sun had risen did the Overlord open the gates to allow Clan Leader Uridon within. The other merchants would remain outside the Manor until the usual pleasantries were exchanged between the two men. In the meantime, they would occupy themselves in smaller deals with the peasant families that worked the lands around the Manor as they flocked to the merchants' bazaar.

"It is very good to see you again, Uridon," Roquan said as he led the Clan Leader into his quarters. He gestured before him. "And I am sure you have already seen Rennis in your travels."

"Good day to you, Clan Leader," Rennis said with a small smile as he lifted a goblet.

Uridon smiled at the two Overlords, nodding his head once in respect. Roquan swiftly picked up a goblet he had already prepared for the moment and transferred it to Uridon's hands. "I should be the one that is happy to see you, Overlord. It is your Conclave that will help my Clan see a nice profit this season. I thank you for that."

Roquan hesitated to call this "his" Conclave, but he accepted the compliment at face value and simply nodded in acknowledgment. He glanced briefly at Rennis, who gave him a significant look. "As is custom," Roquan began, placing a faint emphasis on the word, "I offer your men shelter among my slaves and any services you may see fit to request of them."

Uridon did note the stiffness of the Overlord's voice, but it mattered not to him. He was glad that the offer had indeed been extended this time. The past few seasons, it had been withheld, and only the Clan Leader allowed the privilege. Uridon never spoke ill of the Overlord, but it was obvious that his Clan had resented that treatment.

"Ah, my Clan will be quite pleased at this, I am sure."

"I do ask that your Clan restrain themselves when walking about the Manor, naturally."

Rennis took a sip of his wine to hide a sigh.

Uridon did not allow himself to react to what otherwise could be considered a veiled insult. Like Rennis, he knew the Overlord long enough to know that Roquan was merely being cautious. At the same time, he did tense slightly, and Rennis noted this silently to himself. "This goes without saying, of course," the Clan Leader responded, putting just the slightest edge to his voice.

This time, Roquan managed to perceive his error. "My apologies. My only excuse is that I have been very busy of late with preparations for this Conclave, and I fear it has affected my manners."

Now Uridon could not hide his surprise at hearing this. "Why ... perfectly understandable, your Lordship."

Roquan nodded. "At any rate, consider yourself and your Clan most welcome at the D'ronstaq Manor."

Uridon smiled. That concluded the formal protocol. Now, business could be conducted.

"When your scout visited the Manor, I had made a special request known to him. Were you able to make any progress in this?"

Rennis paused with the goblet almost to his lips. He had not been privy to this, and he looked on with wary interest.

Uridon beamed as he reached into his tunic and withdrew several blue pearls. "Would this be what you are looking for, Overlord?"

Roquan could barely disguise the surprise in his eyes, or the amazement in his voice. "You were able to fulfill my request?"

"If what you requested were weather wards and protections, then this is indeed what I bring you."

The Clan Leader offered the pearls. After an initial hesitation, Roquan extended a hand and let them drop into it. He glanced down at them, picking one up and inspecting it. "This is quite remarkable, Uridon. I am most impressed with your procurement skills."

"To be fair, your Lordship, it was not I, but a traveling merchant that we are accommodating who managed this feat."

"Then I am quite in his debt. And may I ask exactly what that debt will come to?"

Uridon grinned. That was the Roquan he knew. The bottom line, please, and do not mince words or attempt to negotiate. Give me your price now. "Two thousand, and a stipulation."

Rennis balked. "Two thousand platinum? For a service that the Mage Guild would provide for ..."

Roquan gave his friend a sharp look. "We will discuss that later, Rennis. I have a reason for doing this."

"It was my understanding, Overlord, that you specifically wished no ties to the Mage Guild," Uridon commented. Unlike Roquan, he was not concerned with what got discussed now or later. "And that is also indeed what you have. I have checked them myself. They bear no indication that the Oceanus Mage Guild enchanted these."

This answered only part of Rennis' question, but now he could guess the rest. He, too, was still irritated at Q'yros and what he had done to Roquan's Portal. Yet he did not believe that the entirety of the Guild could not be trusted. He wondered if this were not a bit of the same paranoia that Roquan so often accused the Emperor of possessing.

Mostly, however, he was concerned with the dent this would make in Roquan's finances. Two thousand was no longer a paltry sum anymore.

"I can agree to the two thousand, if that is your best price."

"It is. I can go no lower than that, considering what these are worth."

"Very well. However, you mentioned a stipulation."

Uridon paused to take a long sip of his wine. "Yes. It is part of the deal I have worked out for these pearls from our foreign merchant. He wishes my pick from among your slaves."

Roquan visibly blanched at this, and there was noticeable coolness in his voice when he spoke. "Your pick? I did not realize that was something that could be traded in the first place."

"When you are a merchant, your Lordship, you find that everything can be traded, and everything has a price. And what I offer you is indeed the price for these pearls."

Roquan's lips drew to a thin line. He exchanged a look with Rennis, but Rennis simply shrugged and shook his head as if to say, "This is your deal, don't involve me in this."

"Naturally, I will expect to have some say as to the scope of his selections," Roquan said tonelessly.

Uridon gave the Overlord a sly smile. "For someone who claims to be from foreign lands, his knowledge of what, ah, commodities in Oceanus are of high value is extensive. Or at least where your slaves are concerned."

And with that statement, both Overlords knew whom the merchant would pick.

Rennis had to smirk at this. He also felt a touch of pride. Sirinna had originally been his slave, and he had deflowered and trained her himself.

Roquan glanced at the pearls in his hand and sighed through his nose in annoyance. He hated being put on the spot like this. He felt he had already had enough of this with regards to the Conclave. Now he was getting it from this merchant as well. "Understand that we have had an ... incident of late involving Sirinna."

Uridon raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Rennis gave Roquan a wary look.

"I am not at liberty to discuss the details. But it does mean I must ask if you can guarantee this man's trustworthiness."

"He has given me no cause for suspicion or concern, your Lordship."

"You stated he was from abroad. He is not Urisi, is he?"

"Oh, no, not at all," Uridon said quickly. Roquan's reticence to deal with the Urisi was well known among the Ne'land Clan. It was a merchant's business to know exactly what his patron's likes and dislikes were. "I would never have agreed to the deal in such a case."

Roquan gave the Clan Leader a hard look. It was obvious he was not convinced.

"I give you the same assurance that I do with members of my own Clan, Overlord. I will vouch for their behavior, and I will take full responsibility if they do not conduct themselves properly." He paused. "And you always have the option of refusing the deal."

"Sirinna is quite experienced, as you know," Rennis commented. "She has handled problem clients before in the past. Perhaps as well as she has handled, say, problem Trainees?"

Roquan blinked at this rather backhanded rebuke. Rennis simply grinned back.

Uridon tended to agree with Rennis' assessment. Even in past times, when Roquan had the right to assign him his slave, Uridon had managed to sway the Overlord into letting him have Sirinna. Thus he could vouch for how experienced the woman was.

Roquan looked back at Uridon. "Done."

Uridon smiled broadly. "Excellent, your Lordship. Feel free to pay me any time before the Clan leaves. I will inform Jollis that he may be quartered with Sirinna."

The Clan Leader drained the rest of his goblet and set it down. He gave a respectful half-bow to the Overlords before quickly exiting the chamber.

Rennis quietly sipped his wine. Roquan's fingers closed around the pearls. "I know what you are thinking, Rennis."

"Who, me? I'm thinking of nothing."

"Like hellfire you are."

Rennis paused and sighed. He set his goblet down. "What deals you conduct are your own business, Roquan. Just remember that you may need considerable resources to sway the other Overlords to your side."

"And you continue to insist that we will need to 'purchase' their support."

"I can almost guarantee that Gronnus is doing just that."

"And Freya as well?"

"They are traveling together across the island as we speak. What do you think?"

What Roquan thought was that he was in over his head. It was not something he willingly admitted to himself, and he dared not admit it openly. Yet it was becoming abundantly clear to him that he was foundering. He had no idea how to achieve an edge in this. He was going to be forced to deal with Overlords that would make their own deals out of sight of him.

Roquan knew how to negotiate with clients. He knew how to compete with other Overlords. He knew nothing of the ruthless deal-making that went on between Overlords. He had no experience in anticipating what an Overlord might want so he can outbid another without even knowing what the original deal was. He knew nothing of sizing up another Overlord and exploiting his weaknesses.

He could only hope that Doran would offer him some insight when he arrived in a day's time. If not, he faced the possibility that he would have to sway them on his words alone. It was clear to him that this would never be enough.

"Here, love, I'm done."

Sirinna turned the platter around so Amanda could get at her favorites along the edge. Amanda nodded in acknowledgment and tucked into her breakfast rather ardently. She had been too nervous enough the day before to eat much for dinner before being brought to Roquan.

Sirinna beamed at her Trainee. Amanda noticed this and looked up. "Yes, mistress?"

"I was just thinking how proud I am of you, that's all."

Amanda paused a moment, then smiled slightly. "Thank you, mistress."

"I believe Master Roquan was quite pleased with you last night."

Amanda honestly was not sure. Sexually, certainly. In fact, she was rather astonished at her prowess herself. "I hope he was."

Sirinna tilted her head to one side. "Are you concerned about something, love?"

Amanda hesitated. "Maybe just about everything that's happening. The merchants today. The Conclave. All that."

She didn't feel she could tell Sirinna was was really on her mind. She was burning with curiosity as to why Roquan made her keep that secret. He was so concerned about it that she was not sure it was safe to mention it to Sirinna, even though Sirinna already knew she never had the Draught. Had Sirinna been told to keep it a secret as well? Or was it something that Roquan simply assumed because she was so loyal to him?

Amanda did not feel it was worth the risk of punishment to broach the subject.

Sirinna caressed Amanda's cheek. "You'll do just fine, I'm sure."

"You always say that to me. How can you be any more sure of that now than before?"

Sirinna thought that an odd comment to make and was momentarily nonplussed. "I guess I don't understand."

"I'm doing well only because I have a goal. I want to get through this Presenting. When that's done, what will motivate me then?"

Sirinna had no immediate answer for that. It distressed her to think that Amanda would somehow backslide just because the Conclave had come and gone. She had not wanted to think too hard on Amanda's real reasons for desiring to do well. She had hoped that Amanda had finally come around to the proper mindset.

Despite their feelings for each other, there was still something of a divide between them. Sirinna saw her life as something to be desired and sought. To her, being a good slave was a matter of pride, a great accomplishment. She was good because she wanted to be good. It was a very rewarding life for her. She loved giving pleasure and receiving it in return.

Thus it was only natural she would want this for Amanda. She loved Amanda fiercely, and making Amanda into as good a slave as herself was an expression of that love. She wanted Amanda to feel as rewarded and as proud as herself.

Amanda sighed. "I guess you've changed your opinion now, huh?"

"No, of course I haven't. Amanda, perhaps you're worried over nothing."

Amanda remained silent, slowly chewing a piece of fruit, her eyes lowering.

"Or maybe you're just being too hard on yourself."

Amanda's gaze snapped back up. "What?"

"You've been doing very well. You've done everything that's been asked of you. You've even shown enthusiasm doing it."

Amanda paused to swallow. "I have?"

Sirinna grinned. "Surprised to hear that?"

"Well, I ... I mean, of course I was. I was trying to be what I'm supposed to be."

"Maybe it's a little more than that."

Amanda looked confused.

"When you were attending to Master Roquan last night, were you doing it just out of your duty to him as a slave?"

"Well, I had to do it. I couldn't say no."

"That's not what I asked."

Amanda's brow furrowed in thought. It had been a duty for her. That was what she was supposed to do. She didn't understand where Sirinna was coming from on this.

"Let me put it this way," Sirinna said when she noticed her lover's bewildered expression. "Did you enjoy it?"

Amanda's cheeks grew pink. "I could hardly not enjoy it, mistress, as wet as he made me," she said in a husky voice.

"And what about when you took him in your mouth?"

Her blush deepened. She remembered how excited the noises of his pleasure made her. "Um ... maybe I did."

Sirinna grinned.

"Okay, I enjoyed it. I guess I wasn't sure whether that automatically meant I was enjoying being a slave."

"That may be where you are being too hard on yourself."

Amanda blinked in surprise at this.

Could Sirinna be right? Could she have actually started to enjoy herself at this? She wasn't sure she wanted to admit this to herself. Perhaps it was better to say she had become comfortable with it, at least among the other slaves. She was not at all looking forward to the Conclave and having to face the other Overlords.

"Just think about it," Sirinna said.

Amanda slowly nodded and decided to change the topic. "Mistress, what will you be teaching me today? Do I have all I need to know for the Presenting?"

"You've pretty much completed what I can teach you about being submissive and obedient," explained Sirinna. "There is only one more thing, really, but it's not something I need to train you in as such, just inform you, and we can do that here before I take you to the Circle."

"Oh. So what will I be doing today at the Circle?"

"We'll finish up with self-pleasuring. There's a few more positions I want to show you." Sirinna smiled. "And you can learn to deal with a larger audience as well."

"Huh? Larger ... you don't mean ... you'd don't mean the merchants will be watching me?"

"If Master Roquan allows them access to the grounds today, yes, that's quite possible."

Amanda sighed anxiously. Another surprise sprung on her.

"It's something you're going to have to get used to eventually. When you're contracted to a client, he may wish to invite his friends to partake of his slave's services. And that could include this."

"Yes, mistress," Amanda said in a subdued voice. "So what was this last thing you need to teach me about submissiveness?"

"Actually, it is more about loyalty rather than submissiveness."

"What more do I need to know about that, mistress? I already know I'm supposed to be loyal to Master Roquan."

"Well, you are loyal to your Overlord and to your client. At a Presenting, you treat any Overlord you are given to ..."

"Wait ... given to?"

Sirinna nodded. "At least one Overlord is sure to request you attend to him in his quarters for his pleasure."

Amanda swallowed and just nodded.

"If you are given to an Overlord, you treat him as you would a client. You show him the same loyalty."

"So does that mean more than just being obedient?"

Sirinna nodded, her expression taking on a serious look that made Amanda pay closer attention. "This is very important, Amanda. Most clients are powerful men and women. They frequently discuss or plan matters of great importance. They generally will speak openly before their slaves on these matters."

Amanda nodded and already guessed where Sirinna was going with this. "And the slave is not supposed to pay attention to any of it, right?"

"Yes, exactly. Very clever, Amanda."

Amanda smiled mildly. No, it wasn't being clever. It just followed naturally to her that a master would tend to ignore a slave unless she was needed. It was little wonder now why she had trouble accepting the idea she could like being a slave.

"You never repeat anything you hear from a client, or anything that client has discussed with you," Sirinna continued.

"Why would he want to discuss something with me if I'm not supposed to repeat it anyway?"

"Remember what I told you at the beginning. There is more to being a slave than simply sexual pleasure. Some clients seek a sympathetic ear. They want someone they can open up to that they know will never have anything but kind words and comforting touches to offer. You must keep everything in confidence."

Amanda nodded. So Roquan's secret about the Draught had been just a test of her loyalty? Would he check with the other Overlords later to see if she honored that?

But it also meant that now she definitely could not mention this to Sirinna! If she did, she would have immediately violated her loyalty already. That would earn her a punishment for sure.

"So, do you understand this, Amanda?" asked Sirinna.

Amanda nodded. "Yes, mistress. I understand."

For the first time in a long while, Herdon had a day off.

Normally he took little time for himself. He did not trust anyone other than himself at guard duty, thus he always took the shift when the Clan needed protection the most, such as when setting up or tearing down camp, or opening for business in an area of questionable repute.

There was nothing questionable in that regard about where they were now, thus he felt that another able-bodied man could handle the situation. Anyway, with the peasants flocking to the bazaar before the Overlords came to claim more than their fair share of the attention (that is, all of it), what was needed was not so much protection as crowd control. Herdon did not have the delicacy for the latter.

Herdon took advantage of the Overlord's hospitality to the fullest. Once Uridon had returned from the Overlord and gave leave to the privileged in the Clan, he immediately set out to wander the grounds.

It was almost enough to make him forget his worries. It was quite warm, and all of the lovely, nubile slaves of the Overlord he encountered were nude. Many smiled and giggled at him as he passed, and his loins stirred in anticipation of more intimate pleasures with them.

That would not be until later. For now, his pleasure was limited to the eyes. Any man that attempted to touch one without the Overlord's express permission would likely be punished severely by Uridon. Since that punishment likely would be rescinding the privilege in the first place, few chose to put it to the test.

Herdon had no map of the Manor in his memory, so his wanderings were random. Nevertheless, it was his misfortune to encounter the one person he least wanted to see.

"Good day to you, Herdon Ne'land," said the merchant Jollis as he approached from an adjoining path near one corner of the gardens.

Herdon's jaw clenched. Jollis cast his usual, friendly smile at the guardsman. "Why do you walk the grounds, Jollis?" Herdon said with a sharp edge to his voice. "Do you not already have your reward in the evening?"

"Ah, but there is so much beauty around us." Jollis lifted his arms as if to take in the whole Manor. "Both these gardens and the Overlord's wonderfully fair-skinned slaves. Why would I not wish to take in these delights?"

Herdon sighed and resisted rolling his eyes. Could not the man turn off his charm for just a short while? Surely no man was that pleasant all the time!

But Jollis' smile only widened. "That is, if you are not interested in such a thing yourself ..."

"I am most interested, merchant. I simply did not intend to invite company."

"Even if that company chooses to lead you to a source of even greater beauty?" said Jollis, gesturing down the path before them. "Perhaps a peek at what you might enjoy after sunset?"

Herdon's eyebrows rose. Despite the foreigner's flowery words and tone, he knew that look and what it meant. He gave a curt nod and followed quickly after Jollis.

Herdon's previous experience with Manors told him that Jollis was taking him to a training area. He knew this as soon as he saw the edge of the clearing and the slaves that ringed it. This was simply one of the few that was completely outdoors, so it was something of a new experience to him.

And despite each time he saw it, he still never quite got over the initial shock of the raw sensuality that appeared before him when his eyes first beheld it.

The other slaves quickly parted for he and the foreign merchant as they approached. Herdon immediately recognized the one known as Sirinna. She had been described often enough by Uridon that there was no mistaking her. It was to his small disappointment that she was doing little more than standing off to the side and looking on at where the real action was taking place.

Herdon's eyes widened as his gaze fell upon what the "action" was. He was astonished when he looked upon the lovely black-haired girl that lay on her back on the grass. She was so young! Yet her body was as delightfully curvaceous and sexy as any of the older women present.

And her moves were anything like those of a mere child. Her feet were tucked up toward her body, her knees splayed to either side. Her unabashedly bare pussy lay exposed to all. Her own fingers slid slowly and sensuously over her own, moistened flesh that glowed pink with her lust in the sunlight.

The girl tipped back her head, uttering a long, husky moan, her body shuddering as her fingers sank deeper into own folds. Her free hand rose and cupped one of her breasts and kneaded it between her fingers, moving with deliberate intent to excite any that looked upon her. She rubbed at her nipple, now hard and erect, her breaths becoming pants. Her fingers slid up and then in, squeezing into her tight cunt, drawing a long gasp and a seductive arch of her back.

"Ah, but the little one puts on a rather nice show, does she not?" said Jollis.

Herdon flinched, having nearly forgotten the man was standing next to him.

Jollis smiled serenely as he looked on, his hands clasped behind his back. Other than the smile, he showed no overt reaction to what he was watching, though he never took his eyes from it.

This was not quite what Herdon had expected. Most times he saw training in progress, it was multiple slaves in a sexual tryst with one another. He had never arrived at a training session at the right time to see this.

In fact, he had not even known that slaves were trained in such a thing!

And it was obvious that she had been trained. He had watched Narlassi women play with themselves in this manner, and none of them had the ability to put on a display as arousing as this. He already felt a rather uncomfortable stiffness in his loins, and wished evening would come sooner rather than later.

Jollis watched the girl intently. He had not been given a description of the one he sought, other than she was young, and she was Sirinna's charge. Thus he was sure that it was Amanda that so captivated their attention.

Amanda's panting gradually grew heavier, her fingers thrusting into herself harder. Her body trembled as she rocked her hips in time to her hand, her shortened breath falling into time with it. Her moans were soft and subdued, as if all her energy were going into making her body as expressive as any vocalizations she might make.

And, in fact, this is exactly what was happening, as Sirinna's smile broadened when her Trainee brought herself closer to the crescendo of self-induced pleasure.

Jollis' eyes flicked briefly over to Herdon before returning to Amanda. He sensed the other's discomfort. It was alien to him. This was what Oceanus society had wrought over the many, many years. Surely one such as Herdon could enjoy it. Even the likes of Jollis could enjoy it, and he was from abroad.

Though, truly, there were multiple levels in which Jollis enjoyed what he saw.

Amanda's moans remained carefully soft and breathy, even as her pussy strained at the edge, her back arching sharply. She fell as she crested, her breathing hard and ragged, her cunt pulsing hard around her fingers. Her thighs threatened to close as the muscles momentarily clenched at the start of her orgasm, but she forced herself to relax them. She left her pussy wide, her fingers drawing up and flat against her slot, coaxing her climax along a little more. Slowly, she descended, her breathing slowing with her finger strokes. Finally, she gave one last, long sigh and lay still on the grass.

Herdon was quite amazed. Despite what he had heard about Roquan's slaves, he was still surprised. He simply could not believe what this girl could do at such a tender age. Most girls in the Clan were encouraged to wait a little longer before having their first sexual tryst. Not that they necessarily listened, but they never gained this level of sexual knowledge no matter how early they started.

Sirinna crossed over to Amanda and drew her into an embrace as the girl sat up. Something was exchanged between them, Amanda nodding. As the girl rose to her feet, she glanced in their direction, and she stumbled for a moment, a startled look on her face.

Jollis' expression did not change. He continued to keep his gaze steady on the little one, still with a small, pleasant smile on his face. He gave the staring girl a single nod of his head.

The girl blinked in surprise and quickly turned away. Jollis saw a flicker of pink in her cheeks. He found this to be both endearing and encouraging. Endearing because it betrayed a lingering aura of innocence about the girl. It was as if, despite what he was sure was a life of total sexual abandon, she managed to retain a small degree of modesty. And encouraging, because it meant what he had suspected about her may indeed be correct.

He certainly hoped it was. The overall plan could not proceed if it were not. His interest was also self-serving. He could not take pleasure in her if it were not, either.

"I fear the show is over for now," said Jollis.

Herdon had already turned away. He looked at Jollis and uttered a snort. "For you it's just an intermission."

"Pardon?"

"Well, that girl's obviously Sirinna's Trainee. You get to quarter with Sirinna, so you get her as well. Yeah, now I see why you were so interested in her in the first place."

Jollis offered the Ne'land merchant a wry grin. "You assume that I wish the both of them."

"And can you tell me you don't?"

"Do you?"

Herdon appeared to blanch at the question and did not respond immediately. He took a glance back into the Circle in time to see Sirinna fitting her Trainee with leather restraints. He watched for a moment as this task was completed and the chain reattached to the collar. He looked away as Trainer and Trainee left the Circle.

"The girl is a little young for my tastes."

"You do not approve."

Herdon paused. It had been spoken as a statement rather than a question. He drew himself up and looked Jollis in the eye. "All right. Maybe I don't. You think the Overlord might wait until they're a little older than that."

"Ah, but does not the training process take some time? One would assume they are older when they are first contracted."

Herdon just shrugged. He did not pay attention to every nuance of how the slavery system worked.

"Interesting to be in approval of the institution itself, but not so of the age."

Herdon's eyes narrowed. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You know of where an Overlord procures his slaves, do you not?"

Herdon frowned. What did that have to do with anything? "Well, yeah, of course. They take them from other worlds. Everybody knows that."

"And you approve of this?"

"Well, where are they supposed to get them from?"

Jollis did not respond. He simply looked back at the other merchant, the same small, unmovable smile etched into his face.

Herdon sighed and shook his head. "I am not going to waste my time any longer with you, Jollis. You make little sense."

"My apologies. Perhaps I speak out of turn. I will cease to discuss this topic with you."

"Well, please 'cease to discuss' anything with me. Uridon tells me I have to put up with you. I don't have to like you."

Jollis appeared to utter a very small sigh. "Alas, yes. Sad, this is, but understandable."

Herdon just sighed again and quickly stomped off.

Jollis watched the merchant leave. He allowed himself a satisfied smile. That had worked well. He had known Herdon would become his enemy, the potential nemesis in his plans, and this had served to throw that enemy a bit off-balance. Jollis needed every advantage he could get, until he could determine exactly what he had to work with regarding Amanda.

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