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"Ah yes, yes, I'd imagine you have young lad. I do tend to get around, eh what? Mayhaps you've met the version of me young Mal has spoken with at length." He pulled a wand and used it to scratch his chin. "I have hope yet for that lass, I do..." he trailed off as his beard tangled around his wand. "Confound it! This is exactly the sort of less ideal nonsense one expects, of course."