[@AeonSpiral]

The air is damp and humid, which might be the reason why she wasn't feeling particularly chilly. Without any particular speed, the wind seemed to whistle as she opened the door. She can also hear the whistling of someone under the balconies. Presumably pruning the bushes, given the intermittent clicks.

[@DJAtomika]

The clerk looked puzzled.

"Ah, no. There are a few guys with names that start with G that worked around here. There were a lot of Gary's doing building work, and a man named Griffin was the decorator... I might be missing some." An idea seemed to visibly flicker across her face.

"There was a drifter who called himself Gonzo that visited this place a lot while it was being rebuilt. Maybe even before then, too. He liked to write in a notebook he carried around..."

She turned to another woman, (ever intent on doing her job,) whose name, it seemed, was Lilith Autorian.

[@VioletRose]

"Room 327, it's on the ground floor in the northwest wing." She gestures behind her in the room's general direction, handing her a dark brown, rough-feeling card. A bit like a smoother variety of sandpaper.