[color=steelblue][h2]Patrick Carson[/h2][/color]
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[color=#8c546f][b]"Welcome to the Fox Hole. How can I help?"[/b][/color]

A young woman, probably about half his age, approached him with a smile so cheerful he was quite certain it could charm the birds out of trees in a Disney film. Behind her, coffees freshly refilled, a motley collection of happy looking customers suggested that Patrick had found a decent spot to stay.

His practised eye quickly took in the rest of the space. The building was old, post and beam by the looks of it, and had certainly seen better days. There was some signs of water damage, a leaky roof no doubt, and the wear and tear to the floor suggested many years of love with nary a new board in sight. 

[color=steelblue]"Good Morning young lady. I'm just fine thank you."[/color] He offered his own smile. It wasn't as broad as hers, but certainly just as warm. Patrick was nothing if not a people person and he enjoyed anyone who wanted to have a pleasent engagement. [color=steelblue]"I'm hoping to engage a room, if you have one available, please."[/color]

The few vehicles in the parking lot suggested there were either a number of rooms available, or very few and they were full. [color=steelblue]"Just for two or three days I should think."[/color] He added quickly.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and risked a quick glance at the door as the woman turned to lead him deeper into the building. No sign of the Denver realtor who was supposed to meet him yet. He wasn't going to waste much time. He'd one his research on Sanctuary and he intended to stay for a while. 

[@The Muse]