Beetroot Mandog
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Passing through the door, into the unlit entrance hall, Arthur stared into the dark. He'd had to travel by boat to get here, for fear of the unnatural experience that was flight. This delay seemed to have left him with no guidance as to what he was meant to do.
Not wanting to burst into anyone's dormitory at this hour, Arthur pulled off his long, shabby coat for a blanket, shaped his backpack into something resembling a pillow and lay against the wall. It wasn't the soft bed he'd been promised, but it was warm and it was dry - by no means the worst conditions he'd slept in.
Not wanting to burst into anyone's dormitory at this hour, Arthur pulled off his long, shabby coat for a blanket, shaped his backpack into something resembling a pillow and lay against the wall. It wasn't the soft bed he'd been promised, but it was warm and it was dry - by no means the worst conditions he'd slept in.