Sigurd Lucetta
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Sigurd was rapidly pacing outside the doors of the elevator waiting for his master, Prince Adam. Adam had told Sigurd to bring the luggage down ahead of time, while he stayed to search for something. Sigurd thought that it was going to be a good idea to drop off his own belongings at the same time, but quickly regretted it. [i]It's too light...[/i] he thought to himself as he handed his enormous rucksack to the two bellhops, who struggled to carry it outside. He had figured that he could put up with it until Adam finished and they headed to the car, but it was taking a torturously long time.

For him, at least.

In reality, it had only been a few minutes. But regardless, Sigurd was horrendously bored, and thus headed off to the kitchens to make some snacks.
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He returned 20 minutes later, with a bag of still-warm caramel brittle and a slight skip in his step--he still had the same deadpan expression and raptor-like stare, though. This strange incongruency attracted a few gazes, but they quickly averted themselves when the "hostile" glare was directed at them. Some of his energy diverted, Sigurd finally took a seat in the lobby as the Coronam pulled up to the front. The others would surely be arriving soon.