The girl sighed, and at the quivering edges of her smile, Beelathorn detected something... was it anger? Hatred?
He was not certain.
Regardless, that was enough to satisfy the suspicion that burned within him. Unpaid human kindness made no sense to him, especially when it came in the form of a beautiful woman.
"Do you believe we'd try to hurt a founding member, Mister Han?" she asked.
"I don't have to believe anything. You stuffed me in a cell, then tied me to a post like a dog. I'd say you've done more than just hurt me."
The girl fell silent at that.
"However, I am rather tired. So if you could get into the strange-looking door, and take me to my room —if this actually leads to my room, that is— I'd be very grateful."
The girl reluctantly nodded.
"Very well then... Han."
