"Is Old Dunling always this cold?"
Anthony stood at the dock. They had arrived much earlier than expected, so the empty, silent dock had only a few people present. Some were waiting in advance, but the one truly welcoming them, Arthur, was still on the way.
"Yes, the Furnace Pillar emits thick steam every day, mixing fog and burning debris, shrouding this city in a hazy gray mist. Even when winter has gone, the damp chill remains biting."
Someone came over; they had been waiting here for a long time.
"Hello, guests from Florence."
Bola extended his hand and greeted Anthony in a friendly manner.
Anthony's expression didn't change much. He looked at the man before him and immediately extended his hand as well to introduce himself.
"Anthony Russo."
"You can call me Bola."
Bola responded politely as well, but his expression was not quite normal as he hated this job.
