The horns in Hotel Valhalla had just rung; loud enough to shake all 540 different floors; at this point you weren't even phased by it since you had been in that Hotel for gods know how long. Anyway, this meant it was time to eat dinner in the Feast Hall of the Slain.

You walked down floor 19, picking up your hallmates Mallory Keen and T.J. You were about to know on Halfborn Gunderson's room when-

BANG!

An ax blade split the wood from the middle of the door from the inside. His muffled laughter could be heard faintly from the other side.

The three of you outside of Halfborn's door wore an exasperated expression on your faces. This was the fourth- no fifth time this week. Oh boy, those poor hotel staff that have to fix his door...again.