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Five just so happens to be lounging in the lobby with a book and a warm cup of tea. He's reading some prudish little novel he found sitting around and is more or less musing on it's literary form.
Occasionally, he will look up and about the room, as though something were hanging over him, waiting for him, but he couldn't quite place it. It was an eerie feeling, but one easily forgotten in the Inn.
Thus, with a sip of tea, he falls back into an amused peace.
Occasionally, he will look up and about the room, as though something were hanging over him, waiting for him, but he couldn't quite place it. It was an eerie feeling, but one easily forgotten in the Inn.
Thus, with a sip of tea, he falls back into an amused peace.