The dayshifts were indeed incredibly boring, Albel had to admit. Someone as restless as the Elicoorian, whose life existed mainly on the battlefield, couldn't help but to become frustrated at having to sit around on his ass all day and wait for the night. Being sedated by those meddlesome wenches all the time wouldn't do, really.

But that didn't change the fact that Albel would prefer if this worm would just shut his trap and stare at that stupid wall instead.

"Hmph, whatever."