They all filed out of the car and followed the waiters, who were carrying their bags, into the hotel.
The hotel was huge and clearly made for the rich. The outside was clean lawned and landscaped. Rose bushes scattered around the grounds creating a beautiful rose pattern.
The building was an eighty store building with huge glass windows that reflected the sun.
They were each led to their own room by the staff. Alaric laid down on the bed feeling the cloud like feeling. The faint scent of fresh roses filled his room from the breeze outside. The scent lulled him to sleep.
....
" Did you take dinner yesterday?" Sacrat asked.
" No, I think we all slept through the night," showy answered.
They were in the car heading to the dungeon site. Alaric looked outside at the rising sun and felt lazy again.
He had been woken up at five in the morning to prepare since they were going to the dungeon early.
