"Hoo boy," Mal intoned. The elf was gonna go off the walls, again. She quickly burst into action, surging forwards to take the piece of armor from the goblin, lest the clever thing decided to 'clean' it at the closest pawn shop. She then grabbed the elf by the shoulders and steered her towards the back of the inn and the rooms, "Come on. We'll get a room where you can get out of your wet clothes without starting a riot." The bartender would start to object, but a simple glare from the half-orc silenced him. She led Dath towards the empty room she had stumbled across earlier while hunting for that other blood elf. She skillfully picked the lock and went inside. It was one of the better rooms: an actual bed and a bathroom with a tub and actual running water. Once they were both inside, she closed and locked the door. 'Why do I always have to fall for the crazy ones?' Mal thought. 'Probably because they always the greatest fucks,' answering her own question..<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>