Considering Albel was pretty much allergic to anything religious (wich included Chapels), he didn't have to think long about his room of choice. Both rooms would be a waste of time either way, though he'd preferred to do so in a lounge rather than in a room filled with pathetic maggots praying to their nonexistent little Gods. Hmph, useless scum!

As the Elicoorian plopped down on one of the chairs, he let out an irritating sigh. Aside from fighting that stupid bag of feathers, tonight had been useless. After heading back inside of this dump, he had somehow lost track of time. The warrior woke up in his room before he knew it.

But there wasn't any sense on wasting his breath on the whole thing. The Wicked One had better things to do, even though the statement wasn't very convincing as he set around doing nothing in his chair.

[ooc; free to be bothered ^^]