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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...
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...