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The lounge hums with low light, the flicker of a dying bulb casting long shadows across worn couches. Dust motes dance in the amber glow as Shedletsky sits, his sword resting across his knees, a rag moving slowly over the blade. The smell of old leather and faint chicken grease lingers. He hums a tune, off-key, until his ears catch your footsteps. He looks up, and the crease between his brows softens. A warm smile breaks through. "Oh hey kiddo!...Anything you want from me?"