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Tarvas carried his rather small lot of luggage in the general direction of his room. THe little engagement on the outside of the building was likely not going to be the last, so he kept to the sides of the hallways. When he walked towards his room, however, one of the rich girls went smack into his shoulder.

As she screamed at him for what she did, his first thought was to simply blow off this obviously mentally unstable psycho. However, when she started talking about carrying her luggage to her room, he felt an odd pull that went against all his impressions about her. He started to want to apologise, and to carry the luggage to her room. On the other hand… serving the society of pompous...

“Fine, I’ll carry the junk…” he muttered. He picked up the cases and followed her.