Hotel Valhalla didn't lack study spots, that was true. There were libraries and cafeterias galore, tucked-away study nooks and large computer rooms with access to any online library you wanted. But the problem was: it was Hotel Valhalla. Anyone in there was roadkill waiting to happen. You couldn't get one study session in without some lunatic swinging in with a battle axe and next thing you knew you were floating in the Void awaiting reincarnation. The amount of work Ethan hadn't been able to finish due to unexpected skull-smashing was really starting to pile up, and professors here didn't take "I got my throat removed" as a valid excuse.
At least, in the Grove of Glasir, there was a bit more calm. Valkyries were picking the gold leaves, people came in and out, it was relaxing in its own way. If Ethan popped in his headphones and downed a cup of coffee, he could get some decent work done before lunch time.
He pulled up his computer. If anyone kills me, even just slightly, I'm gonna murder them, he thought.
At least, in the Grove of Glasir, there was a bit more calm. Valkyries were picking the gold leaves, people came in and out, it was relaxing in its own way. If Ethan popped in his headphones and downed a cup of coffee, he could get some decent work done before lunch time.
He pulled up his computer. If anyone kills me, even just slightly, I'm gonna murder them, he thought.