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 attendantβa trick of the light, even.
"Well, this all looks in order, hun! Little sparse, if you ask me. Not much of a traveler? That's quite alright!"
Atlas winks, as is custom.
"You'll be staying in room 415, on the fourth floor! Do you need help carrying your belongings onto the ship?"
"Well, this all looks in order, hun! Little sparse, if you ask me. Not much of a traveler? That's quite alright!"
Atlas winks, as is custom.
"You'll be staying in room 415, on the fourth floor! Do you need help carrying your belongings onto the ship?"
