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Before Parlcha could answer, Dimm seemed to remember something, his whole body trembled, he turned and slipped into his cramped and narrow blacksmith's shop, bolted the door shut, and looked utterly shaken.,Well, they didn't look for the mayor of Grunt Town. Could it be that it's not a draft,"Huh, you're here" The boy drew a period on the piece of paper, looked up at the person who came, his voice clear and pleasant, with a strong hint of intimacy.。