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[precedent_hero]

[In the messhall a young gentleman in his shirt sleeves is hunched over one of the tables, and has been for hours. a velvet cloth is spread before him, and on it rests a number of delicate metal gears, wires, and tools. He's currently holding a small box with an intricate device inside.]

... Well... that should do it...

[he seems to be thinking aloud to himself as he cranks a small key in the box and sets it down. After a moment it begins to play]