[ -- when, out of seemingly nowhere behind a thicket, Walter trudges in. And not stealthily, either, what with all the noises the branches and leaves make when he walks in, and how his clothes, wet from a dive in the lake, sticks to the latter.
Fortunately, he's tall enough that he can avoid having anything cling to his drenched hair and see Tiir clearly as ever.
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Fortunately, he's tall enough that he can avoid having anything cling to his drenched hair and see Tiir clearly as ever.
He pauses.]