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</div><br/>From the street came the sound of faint, intermittent conversation, which grew slightly louder as two people approached the building. As the doors to the hotel opened, two figures stepped inside, one looking annoyed and the other being busy talking to him, until he got a hand pressed onto his mouth.<br/><br/>"I told you I'd help you get somewhere safe. This look like a shady place to you?" Axle growled at the younger mage who was still making muffled noises under the palm of his mechanical hand. The older male looked over towards Lydia by the front desk, and nodded in her direction to draw the other's attention over to her.<br/>"Look. You think a crack den's got a receptionist, moron?" He pushed the other's head away, letting go - which gave the mage a chance to respond.<br/><br/>"Well, I don't know! You're acting like anything about this place makes any sense," Galen responded exasperatedly. "I wouldn't be surprised if a monster burst out of her at this rate."<br/>"Pussy," the old soldier grunted. Carrying what looked to be only a small metal orb attached to a strap around his shoulder, he nevertheless shifted his weight as if the orb was very heavy, while moving over towards Lydia on the other end of the lobby. A side-arm was holstered to his belt, his clothes seemed to be made of a mixture of fabrics and reinforced materials to offer some form of protection, and a small, torn mantle secured over his shoulders and around his neck was flapping behind his body as he moved. In his neck were traces of metallic body parts that betrayed a large part of his arm and chest's bionic parts under his clothing, though his face was very much flesh and blood. And seemed to be permanently stuck in a serious, grumpy scowl.<br/>The man next to him was dressed in a hooded white robe that parted at the front to reveal his trousers and boots, as well as a belt that held two pouches. Gloves peeped out from his sleeves, and the healer's blemished face was visible under the hood as he looked around, before focusing on Lydia. "Er... greetings. I was wondering if I could perhaps stay here. This looks like an inn, of sorts? Right?" He reached for one of the pouches and put it on the front desk, tugging open the rope that held it shut to reveal the gold coins inside, and taking a number of them out. "Will this suffice?"<br/><br/>While he did that, Axle's attention was drawn away by the sounds of an instrument being played, and a voice singing. He walked slowly over to the doorway leading to the bar, putting his hand against the frame and leaning in slightly to get a glimpse of who was producing those sounds. It made him feel strange, when he laid eyes on the woman. Like there was something... mesmerizing about her. He didn't go any further into the bar - not wanting to give off the impression that he was trying to sneak past the front desk. Instead, he walked back slowly to rejoin Galen. Maybe he'd get a room here too, if he could.