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Locke has set himself up in a room upstairs, his arm still bound up and frowning at an ostentatious set of drawers. This place is more than a little disconcerting for someone of his profession - in a place where you can get anything seemingly just by wishing for it, what fun is there in stealing anything? Someone could just have it back in a little bit, and there doesn't seem to be much need for money.
He makes a face at the wall and leans back on a pillow, scowling. He is, of course, quite open to company. Having relaxed a little bit since his abrupt arrival, he's really willing to talk to anyone.
He makes a face at the wall and leans back on a pillow, scowling. He is, of course, quite open to company. Having relaxed a little bit since his abrupt arrival, he's really willing to talk to anyone.