'You are most kind, lass. I really can do with a good night's sleep and a washing'<br/><br/>He walked behind her up the stairs, to a room that was more than he could have hoped for. What was it with this place. She had said that ''everything had been prepared for him', but the luxury of the room was a lot more than 'prepared'. He sniffed a bit, but couldn't sense any magic. What he actually smelled was how a hotel-room would smell. In a different world, time and dimension. But not here. And still, there it was and it looked every bit the room one could expect in any Belmond-hotel., in the middle of an unknown town in a tavern, of all places.<br/><br/>'It is much better than I expected, lass, I am certain that I will have a fantastic sleep in here. I really owe you my gratitude. I do hope that I will not sleep half the morrow or more, because everything so far that I have found in this tavern, has been exceptional. So I have little doubt in my mind about your breakfast. That too must be of the highest standards.<br/><br/>Now, if you will excuse me, I will take my repose'. He reached in his pocket and dug up a piece of gold. 'Where I come from it is common to give a little token of appreciation, when being shown to a hotel-room and for other services rendered. It is of course not towards the bill. Just a gift from a very happy patron.'