Sheth found himself in front of a kiosk, renting a room for two nights. He remembered all the years he spent on this planet, which he called home. He remembered when he fought the demons who were searching for their evil blade, and how they destroyed the blade. The losses they shared were astranomical, but it didn't bother him. The good memories were more dominate.
But now he came back, having completed the tasks that were set before him from his own race. He had foreseen his returning to the planet of his birth, when the first of the elves crept forth. Sheth had lived a long life, but he knew it was far from over.
"I request a room for myself," Sheth said to the kiosk manager. The manager nodded quickly and abruptly to the machine before him. He knew the machine would assign him a room on one of the top floors, so he had to personnaly request a room.
"Sir, I request assistance for a personal room on the bottom most floor," he said a little more harshly. The man came over and gave him as he requested. He smiled in return and read the number on his card key.
"N three four two..." he said as he looked above to the rooms to find his number before he made his ascention. Just as he requested, it was on the bootom floor.