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[He's sitting in the lobby of Midgard, briefcase open, sketching something on a piece of paper. There are several papers already in his briefcase, and if you get close, you can make out that they look like advertisements for various parts of Veles.]

I need just the right phrase.

[He taps his pencil against his lip]

Ah, got it.

[The one he's working on now seems to be an advertisement for housing--the apartments themselves, actually--and he seems completely absorbed.]