That same evening, his mind racing and bursting with the seemingly endless opportunities, Edward all but races down to the knights dorter, unable to surpress the wide grin tugging at his lips. He opens the door, his eyes scanning the room like a lion watching their prey before locking on the very person he wanted. He rubs his hands together in glee, not even attempting to hide the joy in his voice as he speaks "Thomas? Thomas Smeaton?!"
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