Back in the city of Repton, in the three-tiered red-roofed restaurant, a staff worker dressed in cloth had decided to pay one of the VIP rooms on the second floor a visit.
"This rowdy bunch, they usually are making a new order every thirty minutes until around 2 in the morning!" the woman claimed, standing just outside the sliding doors.
"It's been well over an hour since they've ordered anything. I wonder if something happened. I better check up on them; they do tend to leave quite a bit of coin behind," she grinned on her face.
"Excuse me, but I was just wondering if you would like some extra snacks or beverages," the woman asked after giving a polite knock, but there was no answer at the door.
She knocked again, but still, there was no answer, and that's when she started to find the whole thing a little strange.
There was no loud noise coming from the other side, no slamming tables, or foul language being used as the group cursed each other.
