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A gaunt... man shambles into the Nexus. He's wearing what could best be described as Victorian evening dress, albeit dusty with a few clinging particles of earth in the seams. His body is thin and gaunt, his features exaggerated from what looks at first glance like malnutrition. Upon closer inspection, he seems healthy, or at least in no danger of starvation. He quickly raises a long, bony hand and shields his eyes from the sign.
"What would you do if a process you attempted was successful only in part?" he asks, his accent a slow Hanseatic drawl.
"What would you do if a process you attempted was successful only in part?" he asks, his accent a slow Hanseatic drawl.