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With the intent of seeing Sagramore, or perhaps Lamorak, or anyone else frequently found in the general Mansion area, Sir Dinadan has ventured up to said Mansion. He has paused in the front room, however, to take a moment in front of the fire there because it is Too Damned Cold, if you ask his opinion-- and indeed, even if you don't ask it, because Dinadan only seldom demands his opinion be requested before he offers it, and certainly not an opinion so important at this. He doesn't happen to be offering it at this particular moment, which is rather remarkable. He is, instead, half-singing a tuneless song under his breath as he crouches before the fire, trying to melt away at least some of the snow which accumulated about his shoulders and hair on the walk over.