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[disinheritance]

[See the mighty Lost and Found booth in all it's aged and rotting glory. It's a mighty booth that has weathered many a-year here in camp. And here's it's new proprietor, tail twitching nervously, glancing over it's wizened self, armed only with a broom and a dustpan.]

This may take some time... [He glances at his tools for a moment, then wisely

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[mafialure]

Ah, it seems as if there's been something of a disaster...

[disinheritance]

[Picking up the broom and... this is totally beyond the salvation of even dancing brooms and buckets.] It looked like it was due for replacement anyway.

[mafialure]

Then you can always build a new one!

[disinheritance]

Do you know where the building supplies are kept?

[mafialure]

I have no idea at all!

But I'm sure it's somewhere around!!

[disinheritance]

I suppose if I look enough I'll find it.

[mafialure]

If all else fails, surely you could use one of the abandoned buildings instead.

[disinheritance]

I wouldn't want to impose. I think I'll focus on repairing the designated building.

[mafialure]

Is it imposing? [HMMMM] Designated for what?

[disinheritance]

The Lost and Found.

[mafialure]

Ah, how handy!

[disinheritance]

I hope it proves to be useful once I get it going.

[mafialure]

I'll be sure to stop by~ [and see what kinda cool stuff I can get away with saying is mine]

[disinheritance]

I'll put the word out when it's ready.

[mafialure]

Mmm, and who would you be?

[disinheritance]

Oh, yes. My name is Tarble. I suppose I have a habit of forgetting to introduce myself.