Rosewoode held her sigh in for it was cold and not a kind of a night fit for man, woman or beast to be out in.<br/><br/>"Very well then, sir. I shall go ask the gentleman to allow me to stay in the suite until there is another room available. Thank you for rechecking for me. I'll let you know later when I come back down for a bit of dinner." Rosewoode picked up her saddle bags and walked over to the stairs and walked up. She looked about for the suite then took a very deep breath. She slowly sat the saddle bags down next to herself. Before she knocked, Rosewoode paused to think for a minute.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">~What if I happen to find out later that this guy is an alcoholic or worse wants more than what I want to give or have even. What kind of a man would want to have a whole suite to himself? Perhaps it was the last room? I'll just have to go by gut instinct, I suppose. Ir worse comes to worse, I can doze while sitting at a table. It's not like that I haven't slept on Stormy before. How ever, it most likely be safer to sleep on poor old Stormy than to sleep in a chair for the night..... Well, let's get this over with.~  </span>Rosewoode knocked on the door firmly.