Privacy and sleep. You ought to have just put up a tent on the side of the road. [ the elevator comes with the silver chime of a bell. kaveh ascends, and then, because he is kaveh, looks up as he considers the balance and weight of the box that's holding them up. it's nothing like deshretian ruins; the acceleration and deceleration is off. but unless kaveh breaks open the top, he won't be able to see the mechanisms involved.

another day. room 312, which kaveh had turned to unerringly - he looks at the plain door, and the pristine archway, and then peers back along the hallway to the equally plain doors leading down the nondescript corridor. somehow, this door seems even plainer than the other ones. it can't just be his imagination. kaveh's nose wrinkles - he tries the doorknob. ]

Why did you pick this one, and not the one down the hall? You might have had a thorough criteria, but you stopped at this one for some reason. Why?