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[It's late morning, the air is frigid, and there's a lawyer making a fool out of himself in the snow outside the castle.
Standing near what looks like it might have once been intended to be the base of a snowman (and is now little more than a hill of snow), he's cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting--both at anyone who might be around, and into his nearby open journal, too.]
Heyyyy! Anybody want to join a snowman-making contest?? I have supplies!
[Because heck if he's going to do this alone!]
Standing near what looks like it might have once been intended to be the base of a snowman (and is now little more than a hill of snow), he's cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting--both at anyone who might be around, and into his nearby open journal, too.]
Heyyyy! Anybody want to join a snowman-making contest?? I have supplies!
[Because heck if he's going to do this alone!]
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[And while he waits, he's wishing up more supplies--coal, carrots, branches, and the like.]