At some unknown point while Grey was devouring his meal, Stella and the others bade him goodbye and left, seemingly feeling like waiting around in the Safe Room wasn't conducive to their success anymore.
The more they waited around for Grey, the less advancement they would make, and the further behind they would fall.
Grey gave them a wave without looking up. Honestly, killing people was quite cathartic, even if they came back to life. He didn't have the same hatred for them that he had had before, especially after he kicked them off their quest—now that had been a good day.
The fact they were still trying to kill him was more like a fly buzzing around his house at this point.
"So, barkeep." Grey pulled the brass orb out of his pocket and slammed it onto the counter.
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Warning—
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The bar cracked and Grey's lip twitched. He put his hands up in surrender.
"My bad, my bad, my bad, don't kill me Genesis overlords."
