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Freddo. E 'così molto freddo. Troppo freddo diritto di essere al di fuori adesso. Questa è follia.

[So cold and yet still he is outside. He didn't manage to catch the blizzard warning unfortunately. He's near the greenhouse, still keeping an eye out, and just generally doing the only thing he knows--watch over the people. Keep them safe if at all possible. And do good whenever possible.

But boy is it cold out.

He'll probably end up inside the greenhouse once the storm hits, and get stuck there for a day or two. Or, whatever. For now he's just quietly complaining to himself while huddled up in his whites and over-cloak.]

...very cold outside. I don't recommend...being out...right now. [One can almost hear his teeth chattering, but he's got more control than that.] This is foolish. Io sono uno stupido.


[[Cold. It is so very cold. Too cold to be outside right now. This is madness. / I am a fool.]]