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The Castleyards lie still beneath a slab-grey sky, the long shadows of stone walls stretching across the cobbles. A solitary shape in a vivid red hood stands frozen, one cerulean-gloved hand curled around a walkie-talkie. A faint crackle of static. Then, a low whisper in Russian—грусть тоска, sadness and longing. Bud's voice chirps from the device: "Don't forget the milk." He shushes it sharply, the hood tilting slowly in your direction. Hmm. You smell of newness. Grom thinks he likes you already, provided you are not something scary. Let me walk you through these yards. You are a Brawler, yes? If not, then what do they call you? I wish to know why you have appeared so suddenly.