The guest rooms on the ground floor of Fluorescent Castle were reserved for nobles' attendants and servants.
Halls and Big Dumb Bear Grof were sharing a room, lying on the comfortable beds, with no desire to fall asleep anytime soon.
"Hey, Grof, have you ever slept on a bed this soft before?" Halls initiated a conversation, seeking to kill the silence.
Grof, standing at one meter and ninety centimeters with a burly build, spoke in a surprisingly delicate voice, "Yes, but the blanket is kind of small."
"What?"
"I said the blanket here is kind of small. My feet are sticking out." Grof moved his exposed feet a bit.
"It's not cold now; the heat of the summer has just passed."
"Yes, it's warmer than the Wildman Cave."
"I thought Sir would have to make quite an effort to recruit you, but you knelt and kowtowed as soon as he did," Halls said. "Grof, you're an armed knight, haven't other lords tried to recruit you before?"
"No," Grof replied, "Sir is the first."
