[ People came through mirrors every other month or so, but that was limited to the Looking Glass House...Wasn't it? It's been that way every other time, so why is now different? Berserker doesn't seem angry, mostly just annoyed at being woken up. ]

You're in a city known as Aefenglom now...People don't normally just come through any mirrors. [ Somehow he's relieved Flat isn't in the house or the new guest would certainly be getting an ... interesting welcome. It's not as if Berserker knows this is Waver, an older version of the turnskin he's grown attached to; he only knows him as Zhuge Liang, a Demiservant and nothing more. ] I'm not just going to kick you out, so calm down.

[ Berserker mutters, running a hand through his hair. ]

...It's too early for this shit.