Snow is starting to fall, but it doesn't deter Alasdair from continuing to fix a loose nail on one of his merchant stalls, even as everyone else begins to head home. He hears footsteps approaching and figuring it's his retainer (in this case, meaning a personal servant, not the teeth thing), he speaks up. "Just a second. I'm almost finished with this accursed nail. ... Bring me my gloves, please, my fingers are numb."
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