[ At least Alphinaud manages to walk down the hallway with a more purposeful stride, though he glances around, a slight frown on his face. He even catches the eyes of a few as they go down, but they quickly avert their eyes. Hm. ]
Nor do I. [ He confesses, quietly. ] ... It is fine. We will find them. Come, to the third floor.
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Nor do I. [ He confesses, quietly. ] ... It is fine. We will find them. Come, to the third floor.