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[harteofhearts]

Enter a very old albino man with very large ears and a very thick book tucked under his arm. He's taken a wrong turn somewhere along the way, and he's getting nervous, ears quivering very slightly as if dreading an inevitable and unpleasant sound -- that sound being a displeased Redd.

Oh, dear. I'm lost. I'm lost and I'm late and -- I'm a scholar. I'm not meant for this.