Through the night and through the cold, Undrar flew. Higher and faster, she flew towards the one whomst brought her upon this realm.
The party arrived, Achilles' face drooled – very ladylike, Staxius thought. The car pulled up against an average looking hotel; tis was the middle of the night. Semi-awake, Staxius guided Achilles towards one of the rooms he booked. Thus, the exhausting day came to an end, peace and quiet. The dimly lit moon entered through the window and basked onto Staxius's face. He didn't care, said light gave comfort and a sense of calm. Since always, the night sky had been the refuge, the place to look when answers needed to be sought after.
