Gege, please indulge this San Lang in his request for tonight.

[ Claude's science tea just gets put on the reception desk so that it's out of his distracted reach. Hopefully. He'll toss it out for real when they get this taken care of. ]

Last week, people were apparently banging on the doors in the dining hall but no one in here could hear them. I don't imagine us trying to knock on the doors upstairs would give us different results this time.

I have to wonder if there were others trapped in that... space area we gained access to.