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[There's a new face tonight. Richter steps onto the plane without stumbling, looking for all intents and purposes like he had been doing this forever. He reaches up, probably to brush hair out of his eyes, but stops and lets his hand drop to his side]

This place is... No, the Temples have a different atmosphere.

[Richter looks around some more before shaking his head in amusement at the sight of the kiosk]

There's a place to start.