Elric shivered, as he held his hands up against his shoulders, trying to warm himself up. That, didn't seem to work, so he just returned his arms to his sides as he continued heading back to the shop. His lips curled into a frown as he grumbled to himself, "Father's description of the cold was right..." He glanced around, before noticing something peculiar. 

Not Benjamin Smith forging the ring for Corinne peculiar, nor was it Miss Rachel stealing flowers peculiar, it was more like Malcom sleeping in the gutters peculiar. He paused for a moment in his trek, as he glanced at the crate, and listening as the rain beat down upon it. [i]Did I...[/i].

Elric approached the crate, which was left on its side, where he did in-fact confirm the peculiar sight. He saw a man, who appeared dressed in chainmail huddling with a young child, trying to warm the girl. Elric took a few steps closer to the crate as he knelt down and looked in it. "This crate won't keep you warm in weather like this, Traveling Adventurer."