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Muttering hobbit sits in back of thread, not very well hidden by it.
"davem ... maved. Nothing jumps out at me there. But sideways, medav... madev... hmm. Mad what? Mad v.. v... nothing. Just like no avatar; perhaps something about being mad and faceless. The Mad Mask? The Mad Masked ... hmmm. The Face of Madness. Mask of Madness?"
Hobbit continues muttering, angling to be better hidden by the dangling thread from the PENDANTish professor.
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