Solis, Auraria
Klaus Rivera entered an Aurarian hotel in the center of the city, the great capital of one of the world's greatest and most liberal nations, with two large and heavy rolling luggage bags. With Elben and Aurarian heritage, Klaus shared his Ambrosian passport with the hotel staff happily and kept a careful eye on his bags as they were lifted up on to trolleys by bellboys who struggled to lift them off from the ground.
"Very sorry," Klaus offered in their own language, "as I travel from home I travel with home, I promise a tip!"
Eyeing back to the desk Klaus saw the front desk worker speaking to himself as he clicked slowly through screens. Klaus tore out a huge wad of Pasedas and slammed them on the table and continued pursuing his bags and the bellboys towards an elevator.
"I uhm, well!" Rivera stuttered before running back for his passport, "I need to get upstairs and file a report, my boss is down my throat for results! AHHHH!" Klaus mimed, pretending to pull out his hair at the thought of failure.
In truth he was an agent of the Ambrosian Federal Security Bureau, asked to probe an Aurarian hotel ahead of summer festivals for a mission he knew nothing of at all. Young and ambitious, his stress was real and genuine as fear wrought beads of sweat from his brow in the Aurarian summer heat.
Klaus Rivera entered an Aurarian hotel in the center of the city, the great capital of one of the world's greatest and most liberal nations, with two large and heavy rolling luggage bags. With Elben and Aurarian heritage, Klaus shared his Ambrosian passport with the hotel staff happily and kept a careful eye on his bags as they were lifted up on to trolleys by bellboys who struggled to lift them off from the ground.
"Very sorry," Klaus offered in their own language, "as I travel from home I travel with home, I promise a tip!"
Eyeing back to the desk Klaus saw the front desk worker speaking to himself as he clicked slowly through screens. Klaus tore out a huge wad of Pasedas and slammed them on the table and continued pursuing his bags and the bellboys towards an elevator.
"I uhm, well!" Rivera stuttered before running back for his passport, "I need to get upstairs and file a report, my boss is down my throat for results! AHHHH!" Klaus mimed, pretending to pull out his hair at the thought of failure.
In truth he was an agent of the Ambrosian Federal Security Bureau, asked to probe an Aurarian hotel ahead of summer festivals for a mission he knew nothing of at all. Young and ambitious, his stress was real and genuine as fear wrought beads of sweat from his brow in the Aurarian summer heat.
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