<strong>["Alwin Anguish"] -- [Dome Lobby] -- [Signing in.. finally!]</strong><br/><br/>Alwin heaved a sigh of relief - he wasn't going to get stuck at the Lobby forever, after all. His ears perked at the room he was assigned to. 103. That delicious little tart was just right next to him at 104!<em>Excellent</em>.<br/><br/>"Why, a most capital arrangement, kind sir..!" the roguish Minstrel replied to Tom, sauntering up to the counter and hands the flask over as requested, not having even taken a sip of the contents within. As much as he did not relish leaving his product in someone else's hands, it was best not to offend his hosts, really, and as long as his obligation to his customer wasn't put in jeopardy. Alwin digs into his pockets for a moment, and produces his passport. Fake, obviously, but produced most expensively by the most demanding and most demanded counterfeiters in the black market. He was quite confident that it'd be up to scrutiny save for yet another counterfeiter. That passport of his, with his actual photo and false identity is opened up and slipped forward towards Tom as he signs in.<br/><br/>Having finished and shooting a glance at Lilith's direction, he'd try his utmost not to let his prey run fully astray yet.<br/><br/>"I shall trust that you will take good care of my instrument, sir, it was most specifically requested for by Miss Roxanne, and I'd certainly hope not to incur her wrath should it turn up damaged."<br/><br/>Parting ways with the counter with a light tap on his hat, sure now that he was certainly allowed to escort anyone to anyplace he liked, Alwin makes quite the unsubtle beeline towards Lilith, but takes care to observe the circumstances before making his move.