*Zeta stands up with a grunt, and looks at the ceiling for a couple moments. She furrows her brows on how to repair it, even if only temporarily, then nods.*
Zeta: I won't decline your offer for food if that's the case, but I'll see about patching up that hole for now.
*She's used to paying for hospitalities, or at least she was raised to be nice to people who are nice to her, and that extends to some of the residents of the room. She stands up, and while leaning quite heavily on her spear, limps out of the hole in the wall and heads towards some of the trees.*

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*Eustace doesn't show any emotion as he almost reluctantly takes John's hand, as if he HAD to shake it, just like you HAVE to pick up your dog's shits, then does the same with Horus'.*
Eustace: Your acquaintance was hurt to near death, and you sit here drinking?