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[Hank_McCoy]

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A lone footfall lands on the ageless cobblestone streets of Brit. The mid-morning sun hangs in the sky, an ever watchful master over the toilings of the lands gentle citizens.

A weathered face calls to the figure, gently seated on the steps of a Tavern, rising shakily as the connecting body stands"Long way from home Boy?"

A strong man of no more than twenty-five and no less than nineteen, a near shaved head and what could be noted as a somewhat lackluster attempt at a beard. His hand runs over his neatly trimmed skull with a sigh of reluctance, finally he speaks.[i]

"N-new in town, aye. Uh, always..always that many people by that bank?"

[i]With an unstable frame, kindred yet alien in reason to the elder, tool-kit rustling, Hank makes for the bank with a simple utterance.

"I just unlock things."