Roberto looked around, It was his first visit to the Cottage, his heritage guaranteed a late start in anything, if he got in at all. He carried a large grey duffel bag slung over one shoulder, and hanging by the first two fingers of his right hand. [i]This place looked pretty nice... figures that the granted would steal it for themselves. I wonder if I'll meet anyone who isn't a snob here. Don't get your hopes up Bob, you know that only makes it hurt more later. Yeah, so what? Not getting my hopes up means they win, and I'm NOT about to let that happen. You can't win a war alone kid. I don't have to, I just have to start it, the Shallows will finish it for me. And you're okay with the complete extinction of the granted? Hell yes! New ones are chosen all the time, it'd be awesome to get rid of this Trash holding the rest of us back. Even if that means you are killed with rest? Even then, the next generation at least won't have to put up with this shit.[/i]

With that thought, he turned and walked into the Cottage, calling out as he entered, looking for anyone who could help him find his room. "Hey! Anyone else here or is this place first come first serve?" He wandered down the all to the stairs where he dropped his bags, and called out again, having gotten no response the first time. [i]This place must have great insulation, though I suppose it would need to wouldn't?[/i] "Anybody here?"