Jenna's gaze fixated on Lumian's retreating figure as she inquired, "Where are you off to?"
"Getting some shut-eye," Lumian replied without glancing back.
Pursing her lips, Jenna pondered for a brief moment before deciding to follow him.
She wanted to ascertain his final destination and see if he truly intended to return to the Auberge du Coq Doré to sleep. Otherwise, with his current state, she couldn't fathom the trouble he might stir up.
Ignoring Jenna's presence, Lumian ambled slowly back towards the Auberge du Coq Doré.
As he reached the motel's entrance, he discovered the main door firmly locked. Rather than scaling the pipes, he retrieved a small wire from his person and deftly inserted it into the brass keyhole, skillfully manipulating it.
The door swung open, revealing the murky interior. The only source of illumination emanated from the staircase leading down to the basement bar.
