Alexander walked down the winding path to Haven Inn's front door. The little inn possessed quite a bit of land, being just on the edge of Sander Village. The path twisted through a couple yards of luscious green grass and bright trees. It was beautiful to behold, beyond anything Alexander had ever seen in the crowded cities he was most familiar with. He held two suitcases as he strolled through the natural wonder that was the building's front yard. If this is just the inn, I think this will be a pretty pleasant trip.
He walked though the door and walked up to the counter. He was greeted by a nice older woman. She was hunched slightly and smiled at Alexander. Her name was Gracia and her family had owned the Inn for three generations, having purchased it from the original owners. Alexander gave his name and she checked his reservation before giving him his room key. He bid her a good day and went up to his room, where he unloaded his suitcases. Afterward he looked in the mirror and reassessed his attire. Black slacks, black vest and purple shirt. He felt tired, so he took the vest off and untucked his shirt.
The festival started tomorrow and lasted two weeks. Seems it will be a major deal. He had business to attend to tomorrow but he could rest today. He walked down to the main hall of the inn, a spacious room with the counter for checking in by the door and a bar/cafe filling the rest of the room. He ordered tea and sat at a table with a bag of cookies. The lighting was perfect in the room and there was classical music playing over an old themed radio. He decided he would relax and enjoy the atmosphere.
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