Ezekiel ignored the loud creaking sounds that emanated from the bed beneath him as he almost let out a satisfied moan while feeling the soft sheets. The feeling of finally laying atop a proper bed was almost ecstasy to him, sleeping on grass throughout their journey hadn't worked out well for his aching body.
Not to mention the stress of having to find a proper inn to book in within Valor City. As mentioned by the guard captain, Ezekiel and his group had quite literally fought for their room, pushing past the multiple lines regardless of whoever's ire they attracted.
The mechanic could have sworn that acquiring the rooms they stayed was much more grueling than escaping from the mana storm. Of course if his companions heard his inner thoughts, he could risk being fed to wolves.
