The gesture might pull his shirt sleeve up, revealing a very raw scar around his wrist that he is quick to try and cover . . . He glances at the destruction of the hedges, pausing on it, then looking at the gates.
"Mmm ... Ah, I have a key. It might be for one of these."
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"Mmm ... Ah, I have a key. It might be for one of these."