Marvel went quickly into his room to have a shower, wound his injured arm and change his filthy clothes. He was feeling much better now that he was clean and well shaved but his shirt and pants were ripped out during the battle. He will have to ask for some favours to Ciara or Shalem to mend his clothes. It was a pity they did not end up in good terms the last time they met. He could not remember to whom or with whom he cheated them so he was seriously thinking of learning how to sew himself. His tired grey eyes looked at his reflection on the mirror while putting the last straps of his blond hair back. The dark bags under his eyes showed how he had spent the last weeks training, fighting and drinking in an infinite spiral of monotony. He seriously thought of staying home to sleep all
