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::Reaching the line between the darkness of the woods, and the brightness of the light, A young man submerged from the brush, wiping the sweat from the tips of his hair. His eyes were beating as he took glance of the popularity that the Inn had received since he last visited that last day, and leaned upon an large oak for balance and support.:: Finding this place was as hard a losing it. ::The young man said with a slight smirk raising on his face. He remembered the people he encountered in the Inn, and the wonderful hospitality he received when first entering the Inn. He finally let of the tree, giving the pressure of the walk back to his feet, as if carrying a weeks load of clothing on his back.:: Man I should definitely rest up, the trip here was terrible on my feet. :: He arrived to the door, brushing the small branches of kudzo from the emblem on the large, vast door, and gave a slight push to the door, and walked in the Inn, finding a place of resignment for the time being::
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