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As a quiet day passes by a lone figure stands outside the door to the inn, average hight though slight of build wearing nothing but black pants and a white shirt, and armed with only a book in his left hand, he looks at the door as if wondering what to do.

As he stands there his head moves around and his eyes look at the building, down the road at the house of chance, the ground, and finaly back to the door, he smoothes his hand over the door then finaly knocks on the door with one loud thump