"Now then…"
Inside the room of the inn, Gin was meticulously organizing the materials on the side, delicately selecting the items he wished to arrange to ease his mind.
The items he was organizing ranged from report papers, articles, tapes, pins, markers, and everything he might require to commence sketching the whereabouts of the person he sought: Dune Smith.
Creak—!
As Gin cleared the side wall, removing the decorations plastered on it, he paused to gaze at the empty space for a few moments before reaching for the large map of the Agroa Continent.
Once he had the map in hand, Gin grabbed a black marker from the side and began to circle the locations where he had tracked down Dune's lackeys.
"Epsom… Trom… Falling Waters…"
