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He is a small man, but something about him is threatening. He carries himself with dignity and grace, his face set in a soft scowl, and his hands clasped behind his back. He’s dressed finely, with a powdered wig set atop his head and his eyes taking in everything.
The man pauses in the middle of the room, holding himself rigid with pride and gives an arrogant sneer before speaking.
Lord Cutler Beckett, it’s a pleasure I am sure. What manner of place have I found myself in?
[typist: Lord Cutler Beckett, as seen in Pirates of the Caribbean. Careful. He bites.]
The man pauses in the middle of the room, holding himself rigid with pride and gives an arrogant sneer before speaking.
Lord Cutler Beckett, it’s a pleasure I am sure. What manner of place have I found myself in?
[typist: Lord Cutler Beckett, as seen in Pirates of the Caribbean. Careful. He bites.]