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[precedent_hero]

[In the messhall a young gentleman in his shirt sleeves is hunched over one of the tables, and has been for hours. a velvet cloth is spread before him, and on it rests a number of delicate metal gears, wires, and tools. He's currently holding a small box with an intricate device inside

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[derepathy]

Ehh...

[precedent_hero]

[picking up the lid to finish the box]

Good morning.

[derepathy]

Ah-- good morning.

[precedent_hero]

Did it sound alright?

[derepathy]

It was pretty.

[precedent_hero]

[chuckles]

I'm glad! It's a lovely song.

[derepathy]

Did you build the music box? I've never really heard one before...

[precedent_hero]

Of course! It's fun!

[derepathy]

It looks complicated.

[precedent_hero]

Hahaha! It is that too.

[derepathy]

Even cooler.

[precedent_hero]

I can show you how it works if you're interested.

[derepathy]

Ah, if you're not busy... I don't want to distract you.

[precedent_hero]

I'm not that busy at all. It's just something to pass the time, and I can think of no better way to pass it than by sharing it.

[derepathy]

[sits at the table!]

Okay. I mean-- yes, please.

[precedent_hero]

[chuckles and shifts around so that he can see down into the box picking up a small screwdriver to use as a pointer as he explains the mechanisms]