We booked two rooms in a nearby inn. Being the largest city of them all, this one was definitely better than the 'inn' we had taken near the Dragon's Blood Tree. With each room being spacious enough to hold twice of the one before, we were once again reminded how rich that octopunk was to barely make a dent in what we had stolen from him.
The sky never changed in Hell, but it seemed sandstorms were common occurrences that marked the onset of 'night.'
The city was safe from them, but a gong rang nonetheless and all the demons started filling the streets.
When all other cities slept and trembled in fear, Dantalian's city celebrated it's 'night-life.'
Demons brought their mugs of alcohol and broke into merry cheers. Some decided it time to break a leg partying and others to break a leg making a profit from the party-goers.
It was also the perfect time for us.
"Remember, Noa. Humanoid, suspicious, anyone who seems mentally too serene or too broken, alright?"
