The Green Heart was quickly filling up and general chaos ensued as was the reputation of the establishment. Adrian had stood patiently awaiting the promised room key and sidestepping the various patrons, etc. as they bustled about. He had barely noticed the increasing number of squirrels scampering throughout the many legs and stools.
Suddenly a room key appeared in his and he glanced at the tag upon it; the smudged number 13 barely visible anymore. He looked about to thank whatever attendant had placed it there. Alas, it was too unclear whom it may have been so he raised his arm in the air and shouted, "Thanks!" as he slowly navigated toward the stairs towel and key in hand. Jostling through the crowd he made it to the stairs and began going up so he could clean up.
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