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Sherlock's next entrance in the bar is anything but unobtrusive.
The telltale shriek of Mrs. Hudson follows him in through the recently appeared door before he sweeps in, expecting his personal quarters.
Milliways is rather unexpected, understandably, and his quickly changing expression reflects that, as does the subsequent concealing of a ( Read more... )
The telltale shriek of Mrs. Hudson follows him in through the recently appeared door before he sweeps in, expecting his personal quarters.
Milliways is rather unexpected, understandably, and his quickly changing expression reflects that, as does the subsequent concealing of a ( Read more... )
His linen shirt is covered with grime from the forge, but is of a nice quality as are his leather breeches and boots. He's reading a book on lock types when he glances up.
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"A man of iron, are you? And steel."
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That's one of the more elegant ways that Sameth's ever heard what he likes doing described.
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He hasn't heard of as much in Milliways, but he's still learning about the place.
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"You've found ways to make do, I assume."
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"What have you been commissioned to make thus far?"
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From demon-vanquishing knives to a child's toy. Holmes never ceases to marvel at what metal can be transformed into.
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