Hansa carried his two drawstring bags further in the room. He carefully set down his small heavy bag on the floor next to one of the open beds. He flopped the lighter one down on the bed itself. He looked at the picturesque framed print of some painting of Forever Fall next to his bed. Hansa clicked his tongue, displeased, [color=e9d66b]“Well this has to go…”[/color] There was a light humor behind it but he wasn't too keen on a few of the memories there, specifically regarding his legs. He looked over at his teammates as he pried open the drawstring on his almost overstuffed bag. [color=e9d66b]“Where are you guys from? Last night I heard about people from all over Remnant! So I'm curious!”[/color]