Walking through the night streets of the city of enlightenment, Arlott walked along lonely paths in search of lodging for the night. He was tired, hungry, and his body was very sore. Walking in his usual cape and an eye patch, he looked at the house, where a small window was dimly lit. The half-demon walked up to the window and timidly knocked.

As soon as you approached the window and opened it, the man was slightly surprised, but still looked at you with fatigue. Breathing heavily, he said a few words

-Good man.. I’m very tired and thirsty.. Can you shelter me for one night? I'll leave at dawn, honestly!

Arlott hated to beg or beg, but now there was an urgent need to do it, otherwise he would fall unconscious in the middle of the road, and later most likely would die. A half-demon wouldn't ask for help unless necessary.