RAFEL FREED ONE OF HIS HANDS to swipe his key card at his room door. Cora stood to the side and silently watched his movements; the key card was in the perfunctory maroon of his Arc, dipped at the sides in gold. Percival and he had agreed tonight was a no disturbance night. He had the spacious dorm to himself and hid out his apprehension beneath the glow of the door reading his mana print.
He was successfully identified a [Hellion], and the door softly swept open like a screen, with a click; never mind that it was four inches thick of dragon scale metal. The same iron of the first ancient knights who had lost many a head in the taking of the beasts.
Rafel took Cora's hand again and moved into the room with her. The door shut softly behind them.
"Feel free to look around. I'll get us drinks."