As Tony looks up to the deck of the ship, the man in the sweatshirt is no longer leaning against the railing; no longer there. It seemed a specter to the tabletop gaming store attendant—a trick of the light, even.

[color=BF9C52]"Well, this all looks in order, hun! Little sparse, if you ask me. Not much of a traveler? That's quite alright!"[/color]

Atlas winks, as is custom.

[color=BF9C52]"You'll be staying in room 415, on the fourth floor! Do you need help carrying your belongings onto the ship?"[/color]