[Mica]

He shook Travis’ hand with a nice steady grip, “Well then, Mr. Müller, let Rimes show you to your room. You will want to get your luggage there even if it may not be ready for use. I really do wonder about the window though,” he thought out loud, “perhaps we could go check? I’m sure Mrs. Luyens would never have to know.”

Gregory smiled; it wasn’t a particularly mischievous smile although the look was in his eyes. Rimes gave Travis a short bow before offering his hand for his luggage. He looked like a quiet boy, brown haired, pale and a bit blank faced. His eyes were bright blue, a contrast from his grayed clothes and features.