Zeus entered his room at the inn, the door clicking shut softly behind him. His steps were measured, almost silent, as he crossed the floor and approached the small wooden table at the center of the room. He placed the spatial pouches he had acquired from the Malachor young masters on the table with deliberate care, his eyes narrowing with focus.
The room was quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy, broken only by the faint rustle of fabric as Zeus opened the first pouch. His expression was calm, but there was a flicker of anticipation in his eyes as he began his inspection.
"Let's see what things you've been saving in your spatial pouches," he murmured to himself, his voice low and thoughtful.
