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As he took in his surroundings, Dusk smiled again. "Oh, I'll take the downstairs room," he said, adding as an afterthought, "I've never really liked stairs." He made his way to the guest room and looked around before setting his stuff in the corner. After a few minutes he hesitantly began to unpack the few things he had thought to bring when he first set out from Baltimare.
A small pouch of bits, an old hat he wore from time to time, a pencil and his notebook, falling almost to pieces with age, and a simple pillow that had been his since he was a young colt.
After he had taken everything out of his bag, he sat down for a moment on the side of the bed, half lost in thought.