Originally Posted by Morty
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."
Eyes wide, Oliver says, "Whoa!". While inspecting the license, he says, "Thanks! So, that's all?"
Linklele made my awesome avatar! Thank you so much!
Finally back from a longer hiatus.
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