Erma immediately responded to the complaints of the others by saying firmly yet politely, "<span style="color: blue">I have no need for sleep, so whatever you decide, you need not concern yourselves over me.</span>"<br/><br/>She did not expect Fillet to call for her to come to his room. Blinking a couple of times, she answered, "<span style="color: blue">Yes, sir,</span>" and followed him out of the room. There was no way for her to hold her sword in a nonthreatening manner, and so only bothered herself with making sure it did not bump into anybody as she left. That was one trait that she disliked about her massive runeblade, the thing was impossibly unwieldy if one's intentions were meant to be docile. She harrumphed at herself once she was out of the room.<br/><br/>The room was magnificent, something that was quite unexpected from a rather common- though at least not particularly mediocre- inn and tavern such as this. Everything was almost sickeningly lavish, and although Erma was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth very often, this clearly spoke of narcissism, and more than a touch of self-flattery. She should have expected it, not only coming from a gnome, but from one with highly dispensable amounts of wealth; she'd met one or two like him before. Dwarves had a tendency to do this as well, from what she'd seen, and it was described by most as the ''little-big-man syndrome.' There were times when Erma had found it mildly amusing, though she supposed that Fillet had done this not only for himself but, as she was being called exclusively, an attempt at some sort of superficial seduction. Regardless, he was her employer, and if she wanted to attain the funds to supply her troupe of death knights for a long amount of time, this was perhaps one of the best ways to go, and she would wade through whatever pile of shit was necessary and then some to get that money.<br/><br/>Closing the door behind her, Erma knelt for a brief moment at the foot of the bed, her sword held formally before rising back up and asking courteously, "<span style="color: blue">What do you wish to ask of me, sir?</span>" her unblinking eyes never leaving the still-armored gnome reclining on his overly furnished bed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>