Erma nodded curtly as she was given such an honor from her employer. She had already thought herself responsible enough to help keep tension down between them all, but to be given such rights as duty, she took it like it was a gift of power rather than a conscientious decision to be made. She stood from the chair and gave a short bow, saying, "<span style="color: blue">Good night, sir,</span>" before leaving the room and shutting the door softly behind her as she stepped out.<br/><br/>Relieved that she would not have to be disgraced to keep her job, Erma decided to stand by the door of the room in which her companions were to stay. She planted her sword blade down directly in front of her, gripping its hilt and standing so still that one would have thought her to be a most exquisitely carved statue dressed in armor with a sword in its hands, were it not for her telltale eyes, glowing coolly with the ghostly blue light that the death knights were infamous for.<br/><br/>------------<br/><br/>Etheda made a long bow with much twirling of his hands as Fillet left the room, and followed Jake and Mora to their room. He was not particularly disgusted- he'd had to sleep in worse on a trip to the Undercity at one point- but still gave a sniff at the general lack of quality. "<span style="color: Purple">At least it's not the stables, eh?</span>" he said with gaiety as he too took a bed, the one opposite of Jake. He set his violin behind the headboard and took off his jacket and boots, leaving on his vest and tight trousers as he stretched like a cat on its back. He then scooted off to one side of the bed, and said warmly to nobody in particular, "<span style="color: Purple">I'm at least more than willing to share, if anybody else is as well.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>