“The… Gods?” Now this was confusing. Belief in a higher being, along with the angelic language, should have led Kratos to believe that the people here were indeed followers of the Church of Martel. However, Kratos knew that Martel did not have this kind of power, and Grim had said “Gods.” Martel was a Goddess, or was at least referred to as one by the Church. This was a puzzling situation.
It was made even more puzzling by the fact that the mansion seemed to be alive. At least, according to Grim. Kratos wasn’t sure if he believed it, but he had no intention of testing it. He was in unfamiliar territory right now, and his only option was to trust what was apparently Death’s idea of a joke.
“According to this, my room number is… 450. I would appreciate a guide, thank you.”
All other questions would wait for someone who knew more or was at least a little more serious.