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[precedent_hero]

[In the messhall a young gentleman in his shirt sleeves is hunched over one of the tables, and has been for hours. a velvet cloth is spread before him, and on it rests a number of delicate metal gears, wires, and tools. He's currently holding a small box with an intricate device inside

Comments

[takemyothereye]

. . . [listening]

[precedent_hero]

I don't.

[takemyothereye]

[taking a look, then]

[precedent_hero]

[it looks like a well constructed music box -- he starts picking cleaning up the velvet cloth in front of him, carefully stowing tools and pieces]

[takemyothereye]

. . . you're very skilled.

[precedent_hero]

Thank you.

[takemyothereye]

[. . . but he'll be stepping back after a minute]