"Go on." Rorschach didn't make any grand promises in response to the receptionist's request, deciding to first hear what kind of help she needed. At the same time, he noticed a hulking man sitting in the lobby. The teacup in his hand looked positively miniature, forcing the brawny man to sip from it with care.
Seeing that Rorschach hadn't immediately refused, the receptionist quickly explained, "The previous tenant in your room was also a Mage. She claimed to be one of the Valois people, and since your registered place of departure is also Valois, I was wondering if you might know her. We tried contacting the Magic Guild, but we didn't get a response. Does this name ring a bell?"
'Are they trying to collect unpaid rent? But why ask me... Even though there aren't that many Mages, the odds of us knowing each other within a single Kingdom should still be pretty low.'
