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Allen Walker opens the front door to the Inn and steps inside gingerly, careful not to catch much attention. There are lots of unfamiliar faces, and even though he's mostly used to it, unfamiliar faces means stares. At his scar. Or hair, which he's currently trying to hide underneath his coat's hood.
He knew that he shouldn't have been so quick to toy with the Ark, it was just like Bak and his scientists had said... Now that he's here at the crossroads of nowhere, though, he might as well enjoy his stay until he figures out how to leave.
Surely there's food here. Lots of it, hopefully. He notices that his stomach is starting to growl, and it can't wait too long.
He knew that he shouldn't have been so quick to toy with the Ark, it was just like Bak and his scientists had said... Now that he's here at the crossroads of nowhere, though, he might as well enjoy his stay until he figures out how to leave.
Surely there's food here. Lots of it, hopefully. He notices that his stomach is starting to growl, and it can't wait too long.