Germanic Templars wrote:*Thriller took the card and had a look around.* "Glad Levi didn't tag along."
The BranRiech wrote:Cerillium wrote:"Thank you, Bran," Atosh received his key. He gazed at the building and gave it a satisfactory nod. "Are we staying here? This is our hotel?"
"Yep! For the night, and tomorrow. We'll get to explore the city and such tomorrow. Then we'll check out, and hit the road to see some other things in the country, then we'll finally hit Yuktograd, on the Black Sea, and then move into Torsiedelle." Bran said and nodded. He then looked to Chrys. "Don't be too sure, any of us could be executed for overstepping any number of boundaries."
Space was tight, so the staff could only spare two rooms for the entire group, right across the hall from the other on the first floor. When pressed, the attendant, a Pyersai, shrugged and directed them to their rooms.
The interiors were nearly in shambles, there was enough room, but barely. Bran sacraficed a good nights sleep and volunteered to sleep on the floor, leaving the four beds to whoever called them first.
"Oh hell no," Swith said. She wouldn't slumber where it wasn't safe... the only one she trusted to sleep in the same room with her was Naomi or Thriller.
She weighed her options and leaned over to whisper to Thriller. "You guys can crash here and I'll kip in my coin purse... you'll need to put it in your pocket. Or else I can bump out that closet and give us a bedroom."
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"Yes," Tipper said, moving closer just to make sure. She'd never dared to look the Raptor in the eyes before, but she did so now, squinting a bit to get his face into focus.
She allowed herself to be budged by the wing, and then fetched the legs to his suit, dragging them as best she could. "Are you sure you don't want to rest a few hours more?"
