"Such a lack of faith, Cyria," Johan says. "I'm confident we'll be able to find you breakfast withouth aving to pay a copper for the privilege. Naji's group aren't the only bandits with more ambition than sense, and besides that we might be heading through some quite hostile territory." Patting the drider's shoulder as she banters with the newest addition to their party, when Cyria turns herr grin to him he grins right back (albeit with less prepossessing dentition!). "There's nothing wrong with a healthy respect for tradition. I'd be<span style="font-style: italic">honored</span>," he decalres as they head down to their room. "And if she waits too long, that would... spoil a surprise, hmm?" Sasara joins them as well, and Johan puts another hand on the other mercenary's should and gives it a matching squeeze. "I've had quite a bit of fun in... rooms... a lot smaller than any this hotel has to offer, so I'm not worried about space. I do hope the walls are thick. Hate to have people complain about us." As they pass, he says just loud enough to be pretending to be quiet, "And I'm sure future guests wouldn't mind a few cobwebs here and there!"<br/><br/>Once they enter the room, Johan laughs. "Well, I can't fault the quality received for the price. Almost big enough to make you forget they didn't bother with fancy decorations, isn't it?" He walks around the room, nose flaring and tracing fingers lightly over the curtains and furnishings and looking at his fingertips. "The maid knows her business, at least. Hope we don't put the poor thing to too much trouble when we leave," he says, blithely unaware that Lea was making her own acquaintance of said maid elsewhere. "And three beds? How very... pessimistic," he decides to finish the sentence. "I should hope we won't be using all of them." Continuing on past the bathroom, he laughs at the odd toilet. "And isn't that an elegant solution to a multi-species clientele? Well, I certainly hope neither of you feel a need to introduce me to the inner workings of that before we leave." Finishing the tour, he stands and admires the naga as she strips down and hurls herself into the large tub. "Well, you might want to hurry," he teases, "Or I might not be in any shape- or location- to oblige. Oh! That reminds me," he says, looking at the closed door. "I was going to surprise her with this, but... Naji's been doing well, and my attempts to train her stomach to hold onto food have hit a bit of plateau. I'm just too good at getting out," Johan says without shame or modesty. "Since the orc won't really fetch us anything, I was going to give her to Naji as a gift- first live meal, I think, though she hasn't much talked about her lack of success before meeting me. I figure with Drodjee starting out bound, and with the three of us all in the room with her, there's no way she can fail to digest that bandit. And," he says with a half-grin, "If she spends the night slowly melting her first meal down *and* enjoying- maybe even participating- in the show, our dear drow quartermaster might not have a fit if the cost of shipboard passage is on the high side."<br/><br/>With that, he quickly and efficiently strips off his armor, putting it all in a neat pile in a corner. Rather than head over to the tub with Sasara, though, he simply uses the washbasin and starts quickly swiping off the grime, pass by pass, down his body. "I'm afraid if I got in there with you," he teases, "I'd end up with my mind on doing other things than washing- and so would you. Like you said, first cleaning, then fun, yeah?" Reaching down, he wets down another rag and tosses it over to Cyria. "I'd offer your 'guest' a rag personally, but I think it'd be a bit of a lost cause to try to clean her up by now."