“This is Eugene.” “Hello.” A slim man rose from his seat, a shock of white hair on his head and a look of admiration in his eyes. “I know you,” I said in realisation. “You’ve been staying at The Burrows. You’re the High Buck, erm, thingy, right?” “That’s right. High Buck of the Solarian Mischief of Tiberian Rats. It’s a pleasure to meet you properly, Princess.”
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