 ::squawks:: Rhinestone Ravvie
Broccoli turned a corner just as a large lump of hair fell out and landed on the floor near the feet of a suit of armor. Oblivious, like usual, Broccoli continued on, whistling happily to himself as he went, hands in his pockets and a swing in his step. Around his neck was his gris-gris bag that he had just repacked with boar bristles.
He paused, having thought he heard something and turned to look behind him. His whistling stopped as he looked down the corridor. He didn't see anything and so he shrugged and continued on down the hallway as he began whistling again.
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