Sheyma stopped by the door of their residence Inn. There was a fight across the street. A drunk man was kicking an assistant robot under the rain. And the robot owner picked a fight with him, punching him, people interfered.
The boy sighed, peeking at them, he opened the door and went inside.
"Hello, Ms. Jalen. How are you doing today?" Inside the lobby, an old woman was cleaning the dust on the tables.
She darted him a glare. Ah, since he came here, this woman used to scowl at him. What a sour complexion.
"Well, I am going to our chamber," Shemaya informed and walked up. Talader went to take food with the pixie but he needed to wash up his body from the stink that tugged to him inside the cave.
Going to the second floor, he saw Mr. Jalen who was sweeping the corridor. Blood was sketching on the broom, sweeping around. It was better they buy a robot instead of harming those rusted bones to clean up such a mess.
"What happened here?"
