[Star chirps at him, turning a page in her book. Ondorus appears from around a cabinet, half-tripping over something in his hurry.]
-Ezreal. Good afternoon. [He shuffles his way to the other side of the room and takes down a long bundle hanging from the window. Just as requested, it's an overcoat - as functional a one as Ondorus could locate on his brief trip out, slim but dense with a number of pockets.]
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-Ezreal. Good afternoon. [He shuffles his way to the other side of the room and takes down a long bundle hanging from the window. Just as requested, it's an overcoat - as functional a one as Ondorus could locate on his brief trip out, slim but dense with a number of pockets.]