HerbalJabbage

Ariadne had observed, in her time in the hotel, that the kitchen of Hotel Haven had to be very well-stocked in the alcohol department. She'd seen cocktails and spirits or all kinds emerge from it, pink champagne and fine red wine, even if Nergal had mostly prevented her from drinking any of it. She had just begun to almost get used to the nondescript agony of non-life, when another sensation took hold, that she imagined was rather like having some black void within you start to consume itself. It was possibly a sign that Teufel's machinations on Nergal through the bellhop were working. Yet Ariadne refused to believe it wasn't something a stif