AmandaMadden

Van Thomas has just inherited a house from his late grandparents in the countryside and has moved into it--only to realize the house is a rather popular resort that serves all kinds of customers all year round. As the owner and manager of the building, he realizes that the inn caters to an unusual clientele, and has an even more unique staff. His secretary is named Daji. A pirate named Waverly Leviathan with   resemblance to Poseidon often stays. Daji's nephew often stays and calls himself Sun Wukong. A novelist and screenwriter, Athena, is working on a masterpiece. Then there's the CEO named Odin and his twin sons named Loki. Could these mythological connections be more than coincidence?

The Wendigo Inn

Let me clarify that. From her suitcase of belongings, all perfectly and even obsessively ordered, I can make the snap judgment that Inspector Kryptosia of the Mythical Cops is a neat pack rat. I thought of her as austere and traveling light. An ascetic monastic policewoman. Clearly, I still have no clue about the real mythical community.

"Ah, there's an entire chest of drawers just for you," I say, pointing to one that Thor moved into the suite fifteen minutes ago.

She proceeds to take various personal items out of her well-worn suitcase. Several crystals on wooden stands, including black tourmaline, smoky quartz, and tiger's eye. She places these on top of the chest of drawers. Then, she moves several neatly folded identical work robes to the top drawer.

Chapter 164: Close Quarters