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Seated in a booth is one Mr. Robbie Ross.
His brow is creased in concentration as he flips through a thick book, making notes on some paper beside him. He's dressed rather informally, having just come from his classes at Scoone's. Pot of tea sits untouched in front of him; when the man is focused on something, everything else is forgotten.
His brow is creased in concentration as he flips through a thick book, making notes on some paper beside him. He's dressed rather informally, having just come from his classes at Scoone's. Pot of tea sits untouched in front of him; when the man is focused on something, everything else is forgotten.