"Since you have been quite civilized throughout our travels, I have convinced the Academy to give you your own room—as well as a little privacy."
"I appreciate that, Dr. Whis."
"Alright, be prepared to be called upon soon."
"Hm."
His own room—Riley was truly not expecting that. He was a slave, and he expected to be thrown in some sort of dungeon that hasn't been cleaned for more than a hundred years.
And yet right now, he was inside a clean room, with a clean bed. There was even a window that allowed him to see the sights outside—it was barred by metal to prevent him from escaping—but still, this was not how Riley expected to be treated.
It… was quite boring.
