Ailwin Ryann |PF| *Finding the cheapest accommodations he could, he ignored the cracked linoleum, the "retro" puke yellow on every surface. Checking that the bed was at least freshly made and clean, he shoved his meager belongings in their battered duffel bag under the bed, closest to his head. The small fortune in there was his life's savings. He'd be damned if staying in a shit motel caused him to lose it when he was going to use it to help get his siblings all on their feet. Assuming he ever fucking found them.*