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I'm Patches. Unbreakable Patches.
You seem to be Unkindled.
Do you have business with me?"
"Ahh, oh, yes, of course...It's coming back to me, now.
Oh, I am sorry. That was my hand, as you know, but the deed, well, that was the armour's doing.
Regrettable, truly. But behold, I'm stripped clean of that unruly attire.