"There are some huge places in the resort where I'm sure you could get lost without complaint from me." He somehow doubted a newcomer would have come across them so early on, especially with such a strange restriction that required them to stay close to people who would 'worship' them.

"There's a much more dingy area that I don't recommend. Absolutely horrendous, ran by someone who thinks dirty tables and musty food make the place feel more 'real.'"

In spite of the way Vil sniffed and spoke of the Roost, there was a begrudging respect there. J was the master of his little domain, while the rest of the resort remained a mystery in just who controlled it all.

"But I don't know. You don't strike me as the type to easily get lost."