It was such an odd, perplexing encounter without little clue of its purpose that he chose to bury it in his mind for now, going on his way again.

Eventually, he managed to wander his way back to the inn, entering through the flower-decorated door as he found a wizened, old man standing at the reception desk.

“How can I help you, lad?” The silver-haired man asked, setting his book down.

He scratched his cheek, “Err, my companion checked in here. A tall guy, darkly dressed, got a lot of scars–ring a bell?”

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