Confused as to how the door opened apparently on its own, Donovan put his finger to his chin as he tried to come up with a reasonable explanation for the phenomenon. [color=orangered][i]Those vines must be special.[/i][/color] The architecture here never ceased to amaze him. Stepping into the building, Donovan saw the woman at the desk. His curiosity was raised. [color=orangered][i]A place of business?[/i][/color] But what kind? Hearing the woman tell him that pets weren't allowed, a prohibition that he was learning was quite common, he looked over his shoulder to see Torch sitting outside with disappointment. It was as if he knew already. [color=orangered]"Sorry boy,"[/color] Donovan apologized to his companion, giving him a weak smile. He really owed him a treat after this.

Approaching the desk, Donovan's next course of action was to figure out if he was in the right place. He was thrown off when asked if he wanted to rent a room. [color=orangered][i]A hotel?[/i][/color] Bound By Love was such an odd name for such an establishment. [color=orangered]"No thank you,"[/color] Donovan declined the room. [color=orangered]"My name is Donovan Alford and I'm a monster tamer."[/color] He wasn't sure how much weight that carried but he was only trying to get across that he was there on business and not to enjoy whatever luxuries the place offered. [color=orangered]"There's a fella I'm looking for. Supposedly, he ran off from his grandmother to be with some girl. My pal out there picked up his scent and it led me here."[/color] Donovan hoped that what he told her was at least half true. Although a Magma Dog's sense of smell was reputed to be reliable, he had no way of knowing that if the scent that Torch picked up was the right one. For all Donovan knew he could have led him there because he smelt some delicious food. If that turned out to be the case it would be utterly embarrassing.