Chapter 57: Spark of Potential

It was already late at night by the time that Randolph arrived back at the Hotel. The only comfort that he gained from the otherwise tiring day was the large spread of food that he had began to grow accustomed with that Archibald had prepared for him.

The Hotel's faculties closed early, but the in-house restaurant stayed open until midnight – and it was where Randolph was at the moment.

He sat in a private booth, surrounding by a large glass window and a circular table filled with various meals.

Archibald stood at the side, as expected, waiting to refill anything he needed. But aside from that, there were two other people watching him eat in shock and perhaps slight horror.

"Mmmf? hnrgh, ghrmble pfrmph." Glancing at the two people staring at him, Randolph frowned his eyebrows, expressing his displeasure at their gazes.