Although the curtains were still swaying as they had before he slept, the long-missed, strange dream made Ruger feel that he could not have only just fallen asleep. From his past experience of going hungry, bizarre dreams often meant more time had passed in reality. Back in the kobold cave, that had been a terribly unprofitable kind of sleep—he would go to bed with a full stomach and wake up hungry again. He felt he might already have missed the island's timekeeping bells.
But fortunately, he no longer had to worry about food.
Ruger entered the Bedroom Space and looked around.
He stood there for quite a while, yet no one came to pay him any attention.
So he clasped his hands behind his back and began wandering around on his own.
These fellows seemed to be getting busier and busier.
As he walked, he looked about. The first thing to catch his eye was naturally the Inn in the distance. The last time he had entered the Bedroom Space, if he had not been worried that Mahama would leave the teleportation array and be unable to find him, he would have gone to take a look around the newly built little Inn long ago.
Even from afar, he could tell that the Inn still matched Serious Mouse's tastes, though it inevitably differed somewhat from the previous one. Yet one thing had remained unchanged: that odd but cozy feeling.
It was a solid, sturdy house, half aboveground and half underground—the most fitting description Ruger could think of. Its builders had carved it with great care, and every detail showed their thoughtfulness. Take the Inn's doors, for instance. The most eye-catching patterns were naturally the work of the great Tuzel. The tall doors had clearly taken Big Silly Hum and Aisijin