Conan, then. As I said, our guest register will be unavailable until the morning when our concierge arrives. If you wish, I can have him contact you when he arrives.
[Its hands fold before it on the top of the desk as it shakes its head slowly in regret.]
Until then, I am sorry but there is very little that can be done. Perhaps one of our other guests will let you use their room or you could use one of the couches down here near the fire.
[A new twist in the game might be called for. A little something to poke around some. The Nogitsune frowns without reason, blinking a few times before refocusing on Conan. That blankness comes back, all human animation or signs of confusion gone.]
I'm sorry, Mr Conan. Glitches like this happen at times. What did you say your father's name was? Derek Hale?
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[Its hands fold before it on the top of the desk as it shakes its head slowly in regret.]
Until then, I am sorry but there is very little that can be done. Perhaps one of our other guests will let you use their room or you could use one of the couches down here near the fire.
[A new twist in the game might be called for. A little something to poke around some. The Nogitsune frowns without reason, blinking a few times before refocusing on Conan. That blankness comes back, all human animation or signs of confusion gone.]
I'm sorry, Mr Conan. Glitches like this happen at times. What did you say your father's name was? Derek Hale?