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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is lightly dozing on a couch by the fireplace, an open book lying face-down on his chest.

His hair is hanging down to the floor. His eyes are closed, but you can never know what he'd do if anybody approaches him in a suspicious manner...

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[weplayparts]

Light, slender fingers reach down to pluck the book off his chest.

She holds her breath, waiting to see if he'll sense the shift.

[scots_wolf]

He reaches up to catch hold of the book, and half-opens one eye.

[morethanprops]

Moist expertly flicks a card towards Urquhart's nose from the table he's sitting at.

[weplayparts]

Her eyes dart over to where the card originated from, fingers letting go of the book, and smirks visibly.

"Seems as though someone else had the same idea."