Shula made a line for one of the bar tenders, plopping down and making conversation. The atmosphere was nice for a change, the woman didn't feel like she was going to get groped by every man who looked at her. The bartender seemed pleasant enough, towering above her. He was a round man with six eyes and purplish skin, four arms protruding from his body. She asked about a room and he nodded, serving a drink to another customer right next to her.<br/><br/>"Well, we only got one more available miss- one bed too." He stated. "That gonna be a problem?"<br/><br/>Shula glanced at Fealan, giving him a sour expression. "It'll have to be," She said, handing over some bits to pay for said room. The man proceeded to hand her a key, expressing it would be an extra charge should she lose it.<br/><br/>"I'll keep that in mind." Shula looked at Fealan, motioning him to follow her as she went up the stairs and to the room that had the number on her key. "Alright- let's see whats in store for us..."<br/><br/>Opening the door the couple was treated to an abysmal setting. It was a very small room with a single bed in the corner and a small nightstand by it accompanied by chest at the end of the bed. The woman could probably stand in the middle and almost touch either wall with her finger tips. A gas lamp hung on the wall and Shula walked forward, turning the knob and using her own blue flames to light it. The fire cast an eerie glow abut the room and she looked out the window, greeted by the sight of farm land and darkness.<br/><br/>"Jesus..." She let out, sitting on the bed. It wasn't the most uncomfortable, which she guessed was a win.