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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voda Vosa" data-source="post: 3837657" data-attributes="member: 51271">As the winter wind himself entering the inn, Dimzel opened the Duck door wide, and a chilling wind entered with him, every step he gave, every move, every look of his icy eyes, made a chill run from the watcher back to his neck. Robed in blues, the alchemist moved to the center of the room, as he watch the commoners in the inn. He recognize Turn, the locksmith, his shop was in the corner quite next to Dimzels one. The man was standing there, so the alchemist approach and speak to him, something very uncommon in him. He was in good mod.  "Greetings to you, Locksmith Turn. Wonderful weather isn't it?"</blockquote>