"There are quite a few. Though if you want something a little closer, there's a hotel not far from here," Marluxia replied, approaching the two. As usual he had worn something clean-cut, in this case a pair of khaki slacks and a white dress shirt. "If you want money, the citizens here will take the leaves off the trees or anything else that shines."

He smiled, though there was an arrogance behind it that almost changed it into some sort of smirk. It seemed this gate lead to a treasure trove of new people, with at least one person of interest each time he came by. There was something about the man in red that he couldn't put his finger on, maybe the darkness about him.

"But if you don't want to take my advice you could always look at the map in the journal."