One More Time

The room within the Estbird was grand. Furnished with finery even a king might desire, hung along the walls in tapestries, golden vases, and carpets softer than silk. The bed appeared large enough for seven men. It was a bed for lords who had as many women as they had cups of wine. 

Zariel toured the room, inscribing a basic rune to cleanse anything the cleaners might have missed wherever he went. It was a rather large room. Thirty by twenty square feet. With a functioning restroom and tub. He was impressed.

On the bed, he sat, thinking of Arsene and Vaan. The two men were to contact him by nightfall. If they hadn't, then something was wrong. It was unlikely. Both were gods. Lesser Gods, but God's all the same. They could do as he had commanded.