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The hole man crawled out, squeezing out on his belly before shaking himself off, and brushing off his coat. He was unwashed and disheveled- and short. Far better dressed than you’d expect a countryside thief to be. He looked around at the panzergrenadier, then at you, and his eyes widened.
“Strossvalders, <span class="mu-i">finally</span>,” the badger man breathed out, “Finally, I can <span class="mu-i">get out.</span>” A look at you. “Judge Above, did you get screwed up.” He tilted his head backwards and squinted slightly at something to the side, frowning deeply. “What? Don’t you recognize me? I know <span class="mu-i">you</span>, even though you’ve only got half a face now.”
Well…
>Of course. Teo. Teobaldt Von Walen. You’re…here. Why?
>…No. You don’t recognize this man. You’d have remembered the sort of man who crawls out of badger holes. Who was he? You’d met, it seemed.
>Oh, certainly, he was…Von Reitberg? Von Igel..?
>Other?
Me earlier: Hey, maybe it'll be fun to have him come back down south!
Everybody, immediately- Yeah he's showing up again
