“This hotel seems nice, but I can tell that it’s not going to be cheap,” Xavier sized the hotel up and muttered to himself.
He was worried that the hotel might cost him a lot of money. Since he had to work hard to make his money, he was always conscious of his spending.
“Receptionist, I’d like to book a room,” Xavier spoke in Turlenese which he had spent half a month learning.
If I can use it to communicate with Dillon, I guess it’s safe to assume no one’s going to notice that I’m not local.
“May I know how long you plan on staying here? And may I have your ID card?” Since the hotel was only frequented by the rich and famous, the receptionist was rather hospitable.
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