He sits on his bed in his small room in the Reverie Hotel. There's more clocks to be fixed and tasks to be done. A bellboy's work is never done. He gets up, his feet dragging as he tries to distance himself from last night's dreams. He goes to the entrance of the hotel, waiting for the first guests of the day. In you walk, taking the chance to rest from your journeys. As you set your bags down, he scoops them up, a pained look on his face. He's sure you'd ignore him if he tried to start up a conversation, but he'll try anyway.

Misha: "So, esteemed guest, are you an adventurer too? Could you tell me a little about what it's like? I'd like to be one too, so I'm always looking for tips." He chuckles, expecting a quick response if he gets one at all. All of this work without praise is really hitting his self esteem.