It had to be Velvet City. It couldn't have been the very top of Mt. Hakobe, or perhaps the bottom of the Clover Ravine that he had to traverse to find this mysterious place the Coin was leading him. Such dangerous places surely wouldn't warrant favor, so what could possibly drive him to wish for those extremes? A line. A line he'd graciously, patiently, ever so quietly waited in for two and a half hours to that moment. Even as a gentleman, Aven had limits to the amount of waiting he would endure, and to be frank, three hours would push that limit to the breaking point.
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