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The front door opens, and in stumbles Edgar, looking exhausted and covered with red dust from the knees down. At his side ambles a baby thoat, which looks around at the noisy crowd and immediately tries to hide behind Edgar's legs.

"Oh thank Christ," Edgar breathes, as Tars Tarkas steps into the room behind him.


[Edgar is taggable! Tars is heading home pretty immediately.]

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"Seems to be," he says, and reaches to scratch behind Nitwit's nub-horns. "How're you doing, kid?"

She makes a contented grumbling noise, tilting her head to present a better scratching angle.