Time's stopped there.. back home. Saber's heard that too, it's just.. bizarre. Vatheon has been hard to adjust to for the knight.

"Well, it's been an eventful week. I won one contest and nearly another.. and I think I've had my fill. I'll be taking my leave, Laharl."

Saber stands up from the table, stick still in her hand. It's wiped clean, of course. Bowing her upper form briefly, the knight smiles.