Charon jangled his room key before sticking it in the keyhole, giving it a hard twist before popping the door open.
Stepping inside, he tossed the Mask of the Jester on the dinner table and opened the fridge to grab a cool drink. Picking plain water, he sipped at the rim and sat on his bed, the tension leaving his shoulders as he exhaled.
'What a day.'
After Wallflower had left, he had been directed out of the Stadia, where he snuck into an alley to remove his relic and place the Warden back in his soul. He was reluctant to part with his first summon, especially as he hadn't removed him since entering the River Acheron, but he decided it was more important to keep his identity secret.
'Only the gods know what the laws are like around here, or what kind of vengeance the family of slain fighters could seek.'
