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He had been planning on leaving the inn to search the area at first, but Aoi's orders had stalled him. In hindsight, taking the time to talk with the others in a more involved manner would have been a better idea than immediately going out, but the strangeness of the situation had overwhelmed him, and Haruka had been intent on getting to the truth quickly. He could honestly admit that he hated being out of the loop; it meant that danger could come and he would never know.

"[color=007236]Understood,[/color]" he replied.

The green-haired chunin had refrained from settling in any rooms, nor had he dropped a coin into the basket. His pack was still situated firmly on his back, as if the entire shebang had turned out to be a trap, he could move quickly and escape. Or something like that. Honestly, he really did not trust anything in this inn, and was refusing to deal with it as much as possible.

Having the weight on his back wasn't necessarily too annoying.

Haruka arrived at Aoi's room, intent on discussing the matter of the village as much as possible.

"[color=007236]What first, Maquia-san?[/color]" he asked politely, entering.