"Well, i guess our little inn has quite the reputation."  The Goz responded after the last bit.  "Well, I don't know about murdered aspect.  A lot of the Pirate Queen's folks are rather on edge lately, they might get trigger happy."  Taking out a glass, he cleaned it, raising a brow on his one good eye.  "Well, you have a strange smell.  Smells like sex and guns.  Usually that means trouble, but given my profession beggers can't be choosers.  The room cost is 200 Credits per night, that'll give you all that you ask.  Drinks are put on a tab, paid for when you leave our lovely establishment.  Any issues you may have with other occupants are settled through management, Me.  If I hear gunfire, I tend to get put off, i'm not such a fan of having to clean up blood and repair bullet holes in the wall."<br/><br/>Pointing at her jacket, he laid the glass on the ground. "And if you have a drink, I confiscate all ammunition from you, until you sober up in the morning.  That goes from one drink to thirty.  And because so many people seem to think Zed and myself seem like pushover, i'll gladly point out that Zed and I are former special operations.  We just decided to retire here for the atmosphere."<br/><br/>The Zax, 'Zed', shook his head.  "You got swindled.  Never trust a Camarian offering a 'sweet deal'."  "Oh shut up, Zed, you were just as much into the idea as me."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>