"Not at every point of the day, friend."

(We're getting our asses home.)

"Good point, " Justine replied with a nod of her head.

"How odd that he would be waiting for us there, though. He seemed quite busy before." Galvin commented.

Cyril saw the trio coming in his direction and walked over with a quick wave, "Ah y-yes, brave warriors. I pray you have been able to browse s-some of our city?" He asked bowing his head before speaking again, not waiting for an answer, "I-I'm sorry to bother you. I understand you m-must be very tired, but his highness has requested for you. He'd like t-t-to extend an invitation to dine with him." He gave a nervous smile, "At his palace. He'd very much like to answer any q-ques-questions you have and treat you to some of the finest cuisine in Arrendar."

"If it's this evening could we drop our bags off first?"

("No you stupid fuckwits get the fuck in the palace before I break that pretty face punkass bi-")


Cyril nodded, "O-oh, of course! Absolutely. Sire," He said turning to Galvin, "As soon as you are able to attend." He gave a weak smile, "I-I'll just go and inform your other friend. The receptionist t-told me he was currently up in his home." He gave a quick bow then turned around and quickly walked into the building, "I'll meet you all back out here!" He called as the glass doors slid open and closed behind him.

(Fuck that shit)

Justine nodded in understanding. "Let's go then, " She took out her key and inspected it.

(FLR30 R03 was Noctixmo's. Yours would probs be FLR30 R[2DigitNumberHere])

Cyril took the elevator to the top floor, headed down the corridor and took out a piece of paper with the numbers of the four room he that had been handed out written down. He knocked on each systematically to find Noctixmo. 

Noctixmo heard a knock on his door and stood up with a brief frown. He reached for his blade packed into its scabbard on the table and opened his door slightly, peeking his head through. He noticed it was Cyril and loosened his grip on the blade concealed behind the door. 

"Ah there y-you are. I'm sorry to interrupt you, b-but his majesty has invited you to dine with h-him." He said with a modest bow. Noctixmo narrowed his eyes for a moment before shaking his head slightly, "I'm not hung-" He went to close the door but found it wouldn't close. Cyril had slid his foot in the way, "I-I'm sure you would n-need something to eat, brave traveler." Cyril insisted as he tilted his head, "D-do you not have questions? I'm sure his grace would be willing to enlighten you." Noctixmo seemed to scrutinise the sentiment with a skeptical look before giving a shallow sigh, "'Aight." He muttered as Cyril moved his foot and let him shut his door. He sniffed and started putting his clothes and gear back on. He fastened his blade and sheath onto his waist and left, locking the door behind him. Cyril had already vanished. Noctixmo walked to the elevator.

(Dibs on 2)

FLR30R02. Huh, okay. "I guess we take that?" Justine indicated the elevator.

"Yeah, an elevator. Using a system of pulleys and more machines, it lifts you between floors so you don't have to walk," Mickey said, leading the way.

"Right there," Justine pointed at the emergency stairwell, following Mickey.

Mickey pushed the up button for both elevators, hoping one would be available to use.