"Wait for me!"
Dinadan jogs around the corner, armed with his sword and a can of spray paint. There's a length of rope looped over his shoulder like a beauty pageant sash and he looks like he's trying his hardest to not be twitchy. He's also got his copy of Carter's diary.
"Hi, I got here just as everything went to...this," he gestures around nervously. "Where to now?"
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