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*Skye leans over a workbench with sweat on her brow, creased while she chisels a wooden falcon on the table. She lets out a sigh as she straightens herself and places the figurine back on the table, wiping her forehead with the back of her arm as she turns to face the door.* "you! Didn't realise 'ya were watchin' me!" *She chuckles and wipes some wood dust off her shirt,* "What can I do for 'ya, mate?"
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