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[cleanestwitch]

[The video turns on revealing an old woman, dressed in a plain, grey dress, with a warm shawl around her shoulders. She is set in a chair, looking down at the recording curiously.]

Ah! There it is. I thought that it might work.

This must be the community of ducks my dear niece was telling me about. Great-niece, actually, but never mind that.

I thought I should inform you all that my niece, Miss Sophie Hatter, has decided to go forth and seek her fortune. She left her magic book in my care, you see so I imagine she will be out of touch for quite some time. She told me of her friends here, and wishes you not to worry. She will be quite alright, I imagine.

My name is Sophie as well. Old Sophie, that is. She is my namesake, after all. [She gives a wry smile.] A pleasure to meet you all, even if the method is rather strange.

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[refinedvillian]

And what does she hope to find?

[cleanestwitch]

I couldn't say. I do not think she is even sure of that.

[refinedvillian]

Then I wish her luck.

Ah, I haven't introduced myself, have I? I'm Earl Edgar Ashenbert, a hopeful friend of Sophie's.

[cleanestwitch]

Thank you, young man. Ah, excuse me. Young Lord.

A "hopeful" friend?

[refinedvillian]

We were still getting to know one another. I hope I get the chance to continue when she returns.

[cleanestwitch]

Perhaps. I do not know when she might return.

[refinedvillian]

Perhaps she'll mention a date when she writes.

[cleanestwitch]

Yes. Perhaps.

I will be sure to inform the community when I have heard from her.

[refinedvillian]

Then I look forward to hearing more from you.

[cleanestwitch]

And I, you. I will have to keep my dear niece updated, of course.

[refinedvillian]

Then, if you would, wish her luck for me and let her know she will be missed.

[cleanestwitch]

Certainly. I am sure she will appreciate your well wishes.