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[color=b27976][b]Basil Lightbourne[/b][/color]
[color=f7dfa8]Location:[/color] Grand Hotel Mohad, Avent City
[color=f7dfa8]Interacting with:[/color] No one yet

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[indent][indent]Basil coughed, and fanned the smoke away from his face. "I told you, I can't stand the smell of tobacco," he said to the driver. His usual tranquil expression distorted into a scowl. "Now, you're just being a dick."

"Aw, you poor kid," said the bald Arzan native, completely disregarding his passenger's complaints as he took another long drag from his cigarette. His rugged appearance, with a studded leather vest and dark, weathered skin, came in stark contrast with the high-brow, civilized aura of the person sitting beside him.

In ordinary circumstances, Basil would never willingly associate with a bandit, much less let one chauffeur him around. The Burial Sands of Arzan would not have been his first tourist destination either. Feeling sick and choked for air, he rolled down the jeep's window only to get a faceful of desert heat. The cacophony of a busy Arzan city also blared in from outside.

"How you managed to get the Boss's approval I have no idea. What's a pampered little lady like you doing taking the Hunter Exam?" asked the driver. "I hardly think you're wanting for money."

"Just curiosity," Basil said simply. He ignored the urge to correct the bandit on his gender for the third time, refusing to let the man get on his nerves any further.

"Rich peoples," scoffed the driver. "The Exam is no joke. I have brothers who have tried it. Even the Boss tried it before. That's how he lost his foot—got eaten by a shark. He's stayed far inland ever since."

Basil did not respond. Instead he shivered at that a little. The driver took it for fear, but it was anticipation.

"Now, I've never been to this part of town before," said the driver. "Rich people's neighborhood, this is."

Basil looked ahead. Up ahead were extravagant modern buildings that one would not even expect back in the Elancian Republic. Living here were mostly people involved in the oil business.

"Here, let me bring up Kookle Maps," said Basil, drawing his smartphone out of his pocket. Using triangulation with the cell signal towers, their location on the map could be determined. Of course, this was only possible in areas near civilization where there were at least three towers close enough to receive a signal. "Take the next left... and then right onto Shorad Street and the destination will be somewhere on the right."

The all-terrain jeep soon pulled over to the drop-off zone of an extremely luxurious hotel. [i]Grand Hotel Mohad[/i] was written in big gold letters above the door. Seeing such a dirty vehicle come in triggered the reaction of the guards, but they stopped as Basil stepped out and a porter hurried over instead.

"Your luggage, madam?" asked the porter.

Basil creased his eyebrows, but deigned not to bother with a correction. "I didn't bring any," he said and just stepped past the porter. He glanced at the guards with interest as he passed. They were all extremely powerfully built, and in addition to sidearms, they actually carried khopesh swords. This was a different country indeed.

Walking into the lobby, Basil's interest was piqued again. The interior design was a stylish modern take on the traditional designs of the Burial Sands, but more interestingly there were also numerous artifacts laid on display to the sides. According to the plaques beneath them, they were excavated from ancient tombs and many people died to retrieve them. In fact, the exact number of deaths for each artifact was written like it was an indicator of value.

Finally, he wandered over to reception. "Excuse me, I would like access to the 101st floor," Basil said.

"Do you have a VIP access card?" asked the reception woman.

Basil tilted his head. He never heard of needing one. The Navigator told him he needed to make it up there to qualify, but did not give him any card. However, it would be just awkward if he were to say he did not have one.

"If you don't have one, you can also buy access for one million bennies[color=f7dfa8]*[/color]," said the reception woman.

"One million?"

The reception woman gave an awkward smile. "Yes, it has been reserved and the terms for entry are one million or a VIP access card."
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[indent][indent][right][color=f7dfa8]*1 benny = 1 USD[/color][/right][/indent][/indent]