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>Zacharie, cradling something in his hands.
In comes Zacharie, that most zany character. You feel apt using the Shakespearian phrase in this instance, seeing his proper form stands in front of you now. He ducks and cradles something close to his chest, of which you cannot get a decent view of. He regards you for a moment, then shuffles whatever he was holding behind his back.
“Ah! Hahah, good to see you, my ally of good sorts! It has been a few since we last spoke, and I fretted for your safety the whole time. Why, not even in my wildest dreams could I have imagined seeing you here.”
You shoot him an unamused glance.
“Kidding, kidding. Nice outfit, by the way, comrade. Looks like you’ve been stripped of your most treasured treasures. Your revolver… It was not a cheap price, that thing. I would have spent a pretty penny getting that thing- if, assuming, I had gotten it for you at all. But fret not!”
Zacharie, in his bemusement, pulls out something from behind his back…
