IC A Tale of Two Countries (IC)

Allan is still looking for a hotel.

Lukas walks back to the town anx looks for somewhere that sells a map.
 
*No places that sell maps.*
*And there is a hotel right across from the airport*
 
Allan walks to the hotel and looks around.

Lukas leaves town again and looks for another town or city.
 
*Not really any towns for a long while*
*The hotel is quite crowded*
 
Lukas continues walking anyway.

Allan looks around to see how nice of a hotel it is.
 
*I am just taking a rest from my duties for rest of the day.* "I still miss my world, the calmer times... where all I needed was a travel to Everfree for making cures and learning how to do other kinds of potions... I miss the time I was innocent." *I sigh and look at the nightly, starry sky.*
 
*It's a pretty nice hotel*
"Yeah... everything was much better for us too... before our parents died."
*After several hours of walking he'd reach somewhere*
 
Allan decides to get a room at the hotel, assuming one is available.

Lukas around the place he arrived at.
 
*It would take about half an hour, but a room would be available*
*The place Lukas ended up appears to be some sort of stronghold*
 
Allan takes the room, then heads to the room and looks around.

Lukas decides to walk towards it.
 
*The room definitely looks expensive, more expensive than what was paid for*
*As for the stronghold, the people in it would proceed to aim weapons at Lukas*
 
Lukas puts his hands up.

Allan looks around the room, then sleeps for a bit,
 
*They would walk out of the stronghold to investigate the person*
 
Lukas looks at them.
"Hey..."
 
"..Who are you?"
 
"My parents abandoned me." *I sigh, feeling the same pain.* "I know how it is to be an orphan, raised by a stranger."
 
"Didn't get raised by really anybody. And the way they were gone..."
Should I talk about it? I don't really want to...
 
"Okay, that's a bit different from my case... but you can trust me." *I am a bit worried - were they orphans from birth? How did they even survive this? Just... a thought of pony living in wilderness alone is a myth from tales that never comes true, since we're in herds, no matter how advanced are we - as civilisation or when our ancestors were wandering the lands...*
 
Might as well...
"They died from an explosive. A minefield, to be exact. No warning sings at all, they were just there. I was seven at the time."
 
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