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[Devi stands on the beach looking into the town with her backpack dangling from her fingers. She does a pat down of herself, finding only a key a in her pocket. Holding it out she rubs a finger over the engraving. "029. Huh." Hitching her backpack onto her shoulder, she sets off towards the fountain in the center of the town. There is bound to be someone who can at least tell her where she is. "God, I hope I'm not in Thailand. No Brokedown Palace for me."]