Walking up to the dormroom's door, Foust held a piece of paper that he continued to look at. He wasn't sure if this was the right door, but it did have the right number. It was a new place for him, so getting around was hard. The lands of Australia were way different than this, but it still felt comforting.
To be polite, he knocked four times before just walking in. With no response, the door opened, and the barefoot young man carried his stuff in. As he got a glimse of the room, a feeling of satisfaction hit him. The room was nice, and there was another bed with a suitcase on it, which meant a roomate. Meeting the roomate would be fun, but Foust stumbled onto something that worried him. It was time for class, and he was going to be late. Dropping the bag on the bed, he quickly ran off to class. While running, he caught a glimpse of his paper to see that his class was special training. That was where he was running off to now.
((Exits))
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