<strong>Name:</strong>Dvalin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>4th floor of Aincrad, Dvanlin's Smithy<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Seras and Illyria<br/><hr/><br/>Dvalin sat on the counter of his shop and looked at the two red fireballs that hovered over his floor, he shook his head and sighed "I told Eugene last time he came here. I DON'T GIVE DISCOUNTS TO RACES!" The two salamanders had tried to force him to give the salamander army a discount of his wares, as well as exclusive rights to some of his finer good, to which Dvalin had replied by smacking the first in the face with his maul and smashing the ribs of the other. He now stared at their "souls" knowing full well they could hear and see him still. He moved out of the front room and into his bedroom where he sat down on a chair, opened his inventory, found a bottle of wine and a glass, and started drinking. Though the alcohol in ALO didn't affect you directly, it did some rather fun things to the control engine, making it hard to walk and even harder to fly.<br/><br/>He brought up the Private Message menu, pressed the "To" field and wrote "Seras, Illyria" he moved down and started writing "So, guys.... I might have done something really stupid just now, so if you could stop by the shop I would appreciate it, it's sorta urgent... and do tell me if you see any salamanders heading for me shop... well salamanders that are affiliated with the army and with Eugene that is" He added before pressing the send button. He got up again and when he walked out into the front room again the two small fireballs were gone. He sighed heavily and scratched his head "Why did they have to bother me and not lisbeth...."