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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voda Vosa" data-source="post: 3783628" data-attributes="member: 51271">The inn door opened wide, as the massive cloaked figure entered the room, and close it back. A chilling wind sneak into the warm inn. Despiste it's clothes, the blunt newcomer is easily recognized as a warforged, he wears a simple outfit and a dark grey cloak, with the hood up. He gave two steps into the main room, squeaking and screeching, and stood still, screening the area,  searching for something. His coppery eyes shined, reflecting the orange flame of the fireplace, as Forge, as they comrades called him, back in the times of war, move his head side to side. Like  other warforgeds, Forge didn't have a name of his own, but the nickname he received from his partners. He didn't really understand the importance of names.The waitress finally realized that Forge was there for the meeting, and approach the creature with an unsavory expression on her face. She gently took Forge by his forearm and with a polite "Follow me sir", she led him to a separate part of the inn.  He stood silently, looking at the others that were already there. He slowly rises one heavy coppery hand, that squeak lightly, and says with a deep, loud voice."Hail to you" he said emotionless</blockquote>