The elevator doors closed as the innkeeper finished speaking in the other room.  A ring, and the doors opened to the second floor. Janus had almost slipped up earlier, spilling the contents of his bag. He let out a stressed sigh as he passed the laundry room, the smell of bleach filling his head. He shouldn't be so upfront around these people, but he hasn't really been at his best physically or mentally as of late. The other man seemed the same, though. How could one slip up on their own name? Janus didn't have the energy to think about it any more.<br/><br/>He opened the door to his room. Not exactly a huge place, but livable. A bed, some drawers, a mirror, a lamp, and a nice green carpet. What more could he ask for? He poured the contents of his bag into one of the drawers of the dresser. The money and dagger barely filled any of the drawer. He slowly lifted out the last object in the bag, the object he had almost revealed to the others. A single scroll of paper was clutched in his hand. He needed somewhere safer to hide this. He closed the drawer, and lifted his mattress, putting the scroll underneath. A safe enough place. All other thoughts escaped his mind as he stood up, and promptly collapsed upon the mattress. A few seconds later, his eyes closed shut and he drifted off into a world of dreams.