Nitoh laughs loudly as he takes the keys, thanks the innkeeper for his generosity and introduces Haruto as his protector. "He's a man of few words, but that makes for a good companion on a journey of silent reflection."

"Come, my friend," he says, shuffling Haruto and their bags upstairs. "I think all the beds are gonna be lumpy, dude." He grins. "But oh well. Can't be worse than campin' out in the Cretaceous period, right? At least they'll feed us here."