Fillet was shaking his head in disagreement to the troll.<br/><span style="color: green">" Tell me, Mora. How much do you actually know about bandits? When do you think they are at highest risk to strike. In broad daylight or during the dark nights in the shadows? I am the chief here, my rules. It's been a rough days, especially for us who got caught in the middle of the things downstairs. We shall rest and get going in the morning. I am not gonna waltz around my way to Stranglethorn pass Duskwood during night and not expect the undead to be as most active! Hmph. "</span><br/><br/>Indeed, Fillet was quite worn out from the travel to Goldshire and more so from the brawl that was downstairs. He bowed the best he could as he jumped down from his chair and opened the door, letting the light from the hallway to beam up the otherwise dark room they just sat in. He turned his head halfway to the crew behind him.<br/><span style="color: green">" I took the privilege to hire two room for us here, fully paid on my side. Of course, I am gonna sleep in one of them and rest of you in the other. A good way to start bonding don't you think? Oh and there's only two beds... I guess you'll have to spoon or find out other ways. It's room 41 for you guys and 43 for me, so you wont need to go far. This room? Well don't complain if other people come crashing in as they rent it, I only rented it for this meeting. "</span>Unable to see it pass the beartrap jaw protection, Fillet was carrying the smuggest of smiles. It would be interesting to see what his new found mercenaries would do given such situation. But there was yet one thing he had on his mind as he was about to step out. Giving one last shout towards his crew, this one directed to the death knight.<br/><span style="color: green">" Oh, and Erma. Come meet me at my room, immediately. "</span><br/>And with that, Fillet went his merry way to his own room. Room 43 in fact, so it was no real distance to travel. Rising up on his tippity toes he turned the doorknob and as his room was waiting on him a manly tear ran down his cheek. A huge, double bed with red coverings and two big puffy pillows caressing the sheets at the end. A large window showing off the forest of Elwynn. The newly swabbed and cleaned wooden floor almost glistering in it's brilliance and along the white painted walls were decorations of all kind. A table in the middle with a candle and two chairs. Litting the candle to get some light as he closed after him, Fillet felt his muscles relax for once today and giving him a surge of energy. Moving along the bed he climbed up, patting the covering with his hand before lying against one of the huge pillows.<br/><br/>But wait, wasn't he forgetting something?<br/><br/><br/><b>Meanwhile...</b>The room given to the mercenaries were of... Less class. The two single beds on each side of the room with a small table in the middle were at a commoner's price tag at best. The window's left door was squeaking as it went back and forth like faint flapping. There was a shelf along one of the walls and a lantern on the table between the beds. Not much else than that. There was a small painting of a cow hanging askew on the wall along where the door was connected to.<br/>That Fillet, he sure doesn't save a coin for later use! A true man of generosity and money spending, indeed!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>