text: "A very important thing!" I chirped, after we finally had our rooms. "The hotel ordinarily sends hovens in to clean and tend the room. I got very upset about that at first."
  
  "I certainly won't have hovens poking at my hoard. Or even my bedclothes," said Nrararn.
  
  "Tarcuna, could you arrange with the hotel staff so they don't go in to Nrararn's room?"
  
  "Nor mine," said Arilash. "I shall ask for them when I require them."
  
  "I shall not fret overmuch about servants. I have endured their attentions in a previous career," said Csirnis.
  
  "Spotty and Csirnis yes, Nrararn and Arilash no," said Tarcuna. "Osoth?" The necromancer didn't answer, being in the middle of an astral conversation with a ghost. "Osoth?" She rapped on his forehead hard with her Dragon-Taming Staff. "Osoth? Are you there?"
  
  "I am, at least, currently found somewhere on Hove's inner surface, at approximately the present time. What is it that you wished to speak with me about, good tour guide Tarcuna?"
  
  She had to explain again. Osoth is used to servants too, it turns out, though he is only grudgingly willing to accept living ones.