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With a look that said, “This is the last straw”, Alessio flopped onto the pillow and blankets he had thrown onto the floor. “I want sleep. Or death. Whichever comes first.”

He was sitting up, as Hades’ wrist withheld him from laying down. Having nothing better to do, Hades sat down. Honestly, he was tired, but he wanted to keep his attention on the armor guy. The armor guy didn’t look like an Ehrenvoll Knight, nor a Black Knight for the matter. None of his equipment felt familiar and, aside from what appeared to be a grappling hook, he had no visible weapons.

“Becoming paranoid, are we?” 

Nope, he didn’t need Persephone messing up his night even more. Just get to sleep and everything will be fine.

“Well, now that you are aware that this isn’t a saloon and you can’t have a bar fight here,” Arsene started with a smirk on his face, “I’m going to check on our other companions.”

If anyone wanted to object, Arsene didn’t give them an opportunity. He immediately left.