The Black Armor Knight turned his head to look over, then swiftly returned his gaze. He nodded at Lancelot as if to say goodbye. A vertical silver thin line appeared behind him, and then the Black Armor Knight was suddenly pulled away as if the end of that silver line was a fishing rod in the hands of a giant. Lancelot couldn't do anything to stop it.
The remaining werewolves in the room stood frozen, as if they were just waking from a deep sleep, but the humanoid beetle demons didn't care about that, swiftly subduing them all. Even Lancelot's companions had to lay down their weapons and obediently stand aside.
"We've heard that guests at the Tears of Lazaka need not worry about their safety," Lancelot said, watching Pakos approach him, "but our experience seems to suggest otherwise."
"Really? I've never advertised that," the halfling replied, still dressed as an innkeeper and unarmed.
"But we were indeed attacked in your room."
