Town was probably the wrong way to address the place. It was more like a rural village, Faelan could have sworn he saw someone drawing well water as they started into town as the sun set. As the sun set, the crimson hues streaked the village with pink, oranges, and purples. It was almost as colorful as some of the weird lizard demons they'd walked past getting into the limits. Looking for the familiar front of a hotel, he realized he'd be looking for an inn at best. The place would still probably have roaches, except the roaches would be customers, and would be able to talk and spit acid.<br/><br/>Thinking about the costs, he realized he actually didn't have any bits. All the money he had were used to get to Jack, and the rest was spent on booze for the trip. "I guess I am inclined to point out we're not exactly rolling in the coins over here, so how are we paying for this? You just going to shake your hips and blow a kiss and wish for the best or what?" At the expense of the joke, he realized it'd actually been quite some time since he'd gotten anyone to shake their hips and blow him a kiss.<br/><br/>Shaking the thought out of his mind, he realized their lack of funds meant if they wanted bed space, they'd have to pay extra. There was no way in hell he was sleeping with Shula either. In any sense of the word. It didn't matter if it was two beds or two completely separate rooms. Despite being a damn good flirt, even he had limits, and the line is well before demons ever show up. The only time he liked being in a demon was when a massive slab of sharpened metal was involved.