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Narrator:  In a tangible sense, Mirula was an almost empty stopover town. The town wasn’t especially small in size, but it didn’t hold a candle to any notable cities. There were no special attractions or buildings, and because of its proximity to the Dunes, there were no tourists, either. The sign declaring it the easternmost town in the world didn’t really have a purpose to serve in the end, and there wasn’t anything to see but a desolate townscape.
human
Owner:  “…Visitors? …In the middle of a sandstorm? Welcome in.” Pushing open the door and entering the shop, they were greeted by the owner at the bar polishing glasses. It wasn’t a particularly welcoming tone, but that wasn’t too shocking. If a bunch of sandy guests happened to stop in in the middle of the sand time, it was only natural to be a little bit bitter.
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Narrator:  They had made a point of brushing off all they could before going inside, but they had been doused in sand. That was the price for ignoring the person at the inn and going out during the sand time.
human
Subaru:  I’m sorry for making this guy pay the price for our stupidity.
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Owner:  "What’ll you have?”
human
Subaru:  “Milk, cold, please.”
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Emilia:  “Milk, warm, please.”
human
Narrator:  Sitting down at the bar to order, Subaru could see the owner’s gruff face screw up. Ignoring his reaction, the two of them let out a long sigh and removed the cloth covering their mouths so they could properly breathe for the first time in a while.
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Subaru:  “Haah, that really hits the spot. But going out during the sand time is seriously risky business.”
human
Emilia:  “Mm-hmm. You were standing downwind from me, but my mouth is still really dusty.” Emilia grimaced a bit and nodded as Emilia stuck out her cute tongue. She was wearing a white robe over her head, and her beautiful face and silver hair were almost entirely hidden. Subaru had joked that if such a beautiful girl appeared in such a rural town, the people there might have a heart attack from the difference in sensibilities—but in truth, considering her position, hiding her identity was the considerate thing to do. Though covering her head and mouth in this case wasn’t just to avoid trouble. It was also to protect from the winds blowing from the dunes to the east that were filled with sand.
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Subaru:  “Doesn’t look like you’re doing so hot at the moment. Not much business during the sand time?” Sliding the hood he was wearing off his head, Subaru looked around the empty tavern.
human
Narrator:  The gruff owner grunted in response as he set down the ordered milk. The cold one was Subaru’s order, and the warm was Emilia’s.
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Owner:  “It’s not like anyone from the outside ever comes here."