Bologue sat blankly on the edge of his bed, taking a few minutes to fully awaken his sluggish consciousness. Looking at the clock on the wall, he realized it was still very early, just dawn.
He stood up slowly, washed up briefly, and adjusted his attire in front of the mirror.
Even though it was morning, the Undying Club remained oppressively dark. To maintain the closure of the Void Realm, they blocked out all light. Serey quite liked this. As a Night Race who had avoided sunlight for hundreds of years, he just wanted to keep hiding.
Getting up today without seeing Wei'Er, Bologue didn't ponder too much on where she went. These undead were each more mysterious and elusive than the next; Bologue had gotten used to their ghostly comings and goings.
Leaving his room, he heard deafening snores coming from the next room. Palmer was still in a deep sleep; Bologue ignored him and headed straight to the bar downstairs.
