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Eddie Dean, ka-mai to the stars and general wiseguy comes down the stairs, his longish hair slicked back and damp. Ahh, the pleasures of civilization. He's still dressed like a dimestore cowboy, in Calla Bryn Sturges homespun, and still carrying an enormous and ancient six-gun with glowing sandelwood grips.

He looks like he might be watching for someone.