Even in another world, his affinity for stray animals never decreases. A cloaked figure, feeding a few cats some dried meat. A nostalgic experience, he needs to get back to his own cat soon.

“I need a haircut...”

Even indoors, his hood stays up. A stranger at the inn, seated at the corner far from any activity. “Where did I go wrong...”

More contracts to distract himself with.

With the sun’s rise he returns to the inn, and straight to his room. He’s taken to a nocturnal lifestyle. A more recluse one to add.

Taking to certain tasks to acquire certain items. Doesn’t help when the items he needs are the most sought after in the late winter.

Frustrated noises.

//That is one of the dumbest workarounds to a site issue I have bear witnessed.

“Damn old world ovens... Can’t get the temperature just right.”

After days of contracts done for particular payments and of practice performed using the era’s choice of kitchenware, all his efforts bring him to this moment. A moment to retry and to fix his failures. A deep breath, a duo of knocks to the door of イレン’s room.

//For once, I think I woke up rested. Watch me become tired again after 3 hours.

Sleepless noises.

He’s alive. Mostly.

//Today is a different level of exhaustion that perhaps not even caffeine may fix

Drinking hours.

//Wtf where’d that reply go?

He could go for some ice cream cake.

//I should do something on here... Soon

It’ll end up breaking at this rate.

//Still alive, mostly