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    "This defies logic." said Faelian, in the process of drawing a mathematical calculation in the sand that most people wouldn't be able to grasp from just glancing it. A poor guardsman, who had unfortunately been placed near the main gate of Port Drustgarde. The dwarven guardsman spoke up when the silence had become too unbearable. "Wot yer be meanin', Elf?" he asked, somewhat without passion for the subject. An awkward amount of time passed before an answer was spoken, as Faelian did his very best to draw two, straight lines under the result of his equation: "Winter Veil", decorated with more question marks than socially allowed around said result. "You see, we're in the middle of a nightmare which contains cultists, trolls, an unnatural amount of women and even worse - now Winter Veil. There has got to be a connection." Faelian uttered, as he threw the stick carelessly over his head, to the very misfortune of another guard placed too near him. "This has to be connected. To everything. Call me mad- but I think this little Suzzy is trying to deceive us, trick us into Twilight Hammer service." He said, and this time the dwarf allowed the awkward quiet to last just a little longer. Just thirty more minutes until his shift was over. But he was unsure if his sanity would survive for this long. Faelian continued, either not grasping the social cue, or just completely dismissing it. "I suspect she may be in the same game that keeps us here. These people cannot be trusted. And they will be put under heavy suspicion." Faelian noted as wind blew away his maths, which made less sense the more you looked at it. This however removed Faelian's attention from the matter, he did have something to do, after all. As he ventured back to the anvil - WHICH STILL HAD NO FORGE, HE WAS ACTUALLY USING A TORCH TO HEAT UP THE METAL, AMAZINGLY ENOUGH - and continued making armor for the guardsmen of Port Drustgarde. "I'll get my revenge. for you not giving me Jurilia back, Greatfather Winter. Mark my words." The dwarf sighed with relief. It'd be that elf that drove him insane, before any cultists did.