"Get your spell to sleep tight here! No refunds, but it has worked for 3 people!"
"This is the real spell! You-you look like you haven't slept in weeks! Buy this now, or you just might die from sleep deprivation!"
"Cheap solution: knock yourself out using this drug!"
Shouts like these could be heard on the large walkways of the Sect of Hedon as students shuttled back and forth between the vendors, trying to decide which one to buy.
This issue of not being able to sleep had started to affect the whole sect, but the problem was that none of the solutions seemed to be working properly.
Among those walking around with red eyes and haggard faces, Percy was the one who looked most miserable.
He had just gotten healed and needed rest, but the heavens had, for some reason, chosen him as the butt of all the misfortune that one could unluckily find themselves enduring in the Sect.
Off to the side, under the shade of a tree, Daneel was standing while viewing the chaos with happiness.
