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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voda Vosa" data-source="post: 3835053" data-attributes="member: 51271">"Damn boy..." Dimzel says in a low grim voice, as he walks downstairs. His shop, adorned with ice statues, was a mess. Potions of all kind, spread over the work table, his laboratory full of components, scorched pieces of paper, and  uncountable diminutive things, of uncertain origin. He walked slowly, smelling the air, that smelled like everything but "air". "Damn boy..." he said again. "I'll have him clean all this mess... tomorrow... "The strange man have arrived the town about a pair of years, but despite his ragged appearance and his weird behavior,  there was no man in town able to brew potions and create alchemical compounds with the skill he did. So he earned his living doing so. It was a fair bussines, and leave him time to practice his other art. Savram was a young boy, with no skills, but with an insatiable curiosity. Paying the boys meals and giving him a roof, under which to sleep, was pay enough for the kid, so Dimzel could not refuse to take him as apprentice.The alchemist, closed his store with a sadistic smile, knowing the boy would wait him out, outside in the cold. The precious cold of the beautiful winter. He headed to the inn, in search of some booze, hes idea of letting Savram out tonight have lifted his spirit, so some alcohol will suit him just fine.</blockquote>