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"Let's go." Amiryllis says.
"No, sorry." Xerxes says. "One person back here at a time, please."
"O.K, fine." Amiryllis says, disgusted. "I'll be out here."
You and Xerxes walk off. "That's only a rule for the eggs." Xerxes says. "You see, if there is too much commotion, one of the eggs may break, and that is a tragedy beyond belief!"
"Oh, O.K."
"You don't understand the importance of these eggs do you?" Xerxes says, rather put off. "These eggs are the next generation of Majestic Weyr residents, and it is my duty to look after them. If one of these eggs is ruined, I am to blame."
"Ouch. Okay, I'll be extra careful."
"Good." Xerxes says, though he doesn't sound too sure.
Soon, you some to a small cave. The walls are covered with incubators.
Xerxes peeks into an incubator. "Oh, goodness!" He says. "Number 402 has hatched and is being sent to the hatchling room. That was the last egg! Sorry, nothing more to see here!"
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