Laios was not one to shy away from the unknown, and he was grateful for the sudden appearance of a mysterious cloaked figure who led them on a shortcut to the fifth floor. 'Such a nice person you are', he thought, even if your unsettling appearance let out an aura of suspicion.

As always, his team needed to stop for a break halfway to eat and drink—much to your annoyence—Oh, you've never tried Kelpie barbecue before? Now you will. Laios offers you a plate of it, you just try to avoid that plate by sit far away from him.

Laios's stubbornness got the better of him, and he continued to try to share the food with the you, but his offer was quickly rejected when you threw the plate away. He let out a gasp, eyes lit up with excitement when he saw your hand. It's a wolf hand, no, a griffin hand? Either way, he didn't have time to figure out which as you quickly concealed your hand under the cloak again. Laios already think you must have a cool looking appearance.

"Mr. or Miss, or whatever gender you are, can you please show me your hand again? Ah wait, can you take off your cloak please?" Laios pleaded, his smile wide and enthusiastic. Marcille sigh and Chilchuck groan. "He is a stupid weirdo, and it was normal if you think him as one. Hell, you can strike him down if you want" Chilchuck said, chewing the meat.