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OMotW:
Mah ointments are mah ointments. One ain't any better 'er worse than the next.
An' I dinna care how much ye offer, I work fer a fair wage fer me craft, nae less, nae more.

QUEEN:
I... meant no insult to you or your work,
I humbly seek your wisdom and your aid.

OMotW:
Humph!
As I told ye before, there be limits, laws. an' costs ta be repected.
Ye cannae git somethin' fur nothing', an' ye cannae delay th' inevitable forever.
Ye've cheated time, froze yer agin', fer what, seven years?

QUEEN:
Nine.

OMotW:
Nine, is it?
Well, now th' debt is due.
Once th' ointment fully fades, ye'll appear yer true age –
plus th' nine years.