Valentin, quite literally, did come back very much empty handed: [color=darkgoldenrod]"Nothing."[/color] he replied with shrugging shoulders, not sure himself whether he should become angry about this mess or just resignate. [color=darkgoldenrod]"I've found a bunch of 'A's with sequentially ascending numbers, but no 'B's and certainly no combination of these two. I guess..."[/color] Suddenly, he stopped dead in his verbal tracks. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Oh... of course! What if we can't find any 'A3B' because it's not a room, but  just part of a room ? Like 'A3', sub-section 'B' ? Would suit those bureaucrats..."

A bunch of other people walked nearby, heavily laden with all sorts of papers and talking about stuff that could only appear utterily random to the unfamiliar observer. One of them turned their heads as if having heard Valentin's complaint, but no other reaction followed.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"I suggest we just go straight into 'A3' and see what's inside. If we disturb anything, we just blame it on our most favorite doorman around here. I guess you know whom I mean..."[/color] Valentin did not even truly wait for a response, but turned around on his heel and started going into the direction he had come from again. Apparently, the 'A's were all located there just like the 'C's were arranged where Amara had searched previously.

If Amara would follow him, they'd both end up in front of a door that looked as insconspicuous as its two neighbours left and right. The usual, small sign on the wall next to it was the only thing giving it the designation 'A3', and Valentin barely paid it any more attention when just pulling at the door handle. The room separator was surprisingly heavy and took some effort to move, but it would probably take both of them more effort to adapt to the rather stale air that waited for them behind it. One could tell at first glance that this room was not designed for visitors coming in frequently, because there was no such thing as a counter or seats for people waiting. This looked like a quite regular office with every tiny bit of space dedicated to work. Two people were in sight and one of them turned his head, presenting them with a stern and no less skeptical look. Yet, even before the man could say anything, Valentin opened his mouth: [color=darkgoldenrod]"Apologies. We are looking for room A3B. Is this to be found in here and if not, would you be so kind to give us directions ?"[/color]