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PoetLore
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Frank rubbed his neck when the owner of the Inn seemed to have misplaced all the keys to the rooms. Seven rooms. He glanced around at the small group and wondered if seven was enough. Maybe he'd be better off staying in his wagon...or possibly wouldn't have a choice.
He heard one of the others ask the old man where he'd last had the keys. Good question, but he didn't feel like the old man would have a good answer so he started looking around himself. Likely the old guy dropped them and didn't notice. So he began moving around scanning the floor for any sign on them. He felt a sense of urgency, because he was sure the jobs available were limited in number and he needed one of them. This was eating up valuable time.
Patience wasn't his forte and the longer he looked and kicked at dust balls on the floor, the more anxious and upset he got. He finally gave up and returned to the main lobby desk, "Any luck yet?' he asked them all hoping against hope that someone had found them or that the old man had suddenly remembered where they were.
He heard one of the others ask the old man where he'd last had the keys. Good question, but he didn't feel like the old man would have a good answer so he started looking around himself. Likely the old guy dropped them and didn't notice. So he began moving around scanning the floor for any sign on them. He felt a sense of urgency, because he was sure the jobs available were limited in number and he needed one of them. This was eating up valuable time.
Patience wasn't his forte and the longer he looked and kicked at dust balls on the floor, the more anxious and upset he got. He finally gave up and returned to the main lobby desk, "Any luck yet?' he asked them all hoping against hope that someone had found them or that the old man had suddenly remembered where they were.