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Zagren ducked through the entranceway of the White Lady, with more questions than answers unfortunately. As the dragonborn dusted the fluff of snow from his shoulders he looked about the common room meeting the odd stare with a fierce look of his own, he wanted to make sure the folk knew despite being beaten up by a little lady he wouldn't take guff from any surly angler nor his fishwife.