“The owner?” That was yet another question hard to answer. “Eh, the owners are away I’m afraid. Probably for a while. See, the Gods are the ones who called you here. Same as the others already living here. Me self and a few others were called to help get you started and roomed. There wasn’t much in the way of explanations given during the orientation.”
He settled back and folded his arms. “Yes, just like some brats I know. It doesn’t like not getting its way. So I wouldn’t pester it if I were you. It may retaliate and in a way that’ll disturb the other guests. Now, what’s your room number on the key?” Grim nodded towards it for Kratos to read off.
“I’ll lead you there and answer any other questions you have, but I must not stay here too long. I do have another job to get done and this place just smells of Aris.” He shuddered at the idea of dealing with her. Every time she showed up his life just got even more miserable.